Before Santa came traipsing through chimneys and windows, children in Spain had their gifts delivered by the Three Wise Men, or Los Reyes Magos. D-Man says that when he was little, he was convinced he caught a shadowy glimpse of Melchior, Gaspar, and Balthazar tiptoeing past his room to place their gifts near his family’s Belén in the middle of the night.
So on Reyes Day, for the sake of tradition, D-Man and I took part in the festivities by going to the Cabalgata (the Kings’ parade) and getting smacked in the face with hard candy, soccer balls, and caramelized popcorn by all Three Kings.
Then we went on a Reyes Eve gift-hunt.
And indulged in a traditional Roscón de Reyes, a cream cake with a hidden bean and a Jesus figurine. Whoever bites into the piece with the bean (me) ends up having to bake next year’s roscón, and whomever gets the figurine is crowned king or queen for the day with a paper gold crown. Silly, but delicious and oh-so-much fun!
What crazy family traditions do you partake in?