Old Twelfth Night
It is mid-January, the coldest part of a cold Manitoba winter. We are isolated in a plague-ridden world, ruled by nincompoops, submerged in a debased culture of endless Spider-Man movies, erectile dysfunction ads and pretty girls making a fortune selling farts-in-a-jar. (Oh, I wish I were kidding.) What we need is a blast of unexpected merry-making and rejection of reality. To that end I give you Old Twelfth Night.
What is January 17 on the Gregorian calendar would have been January 5 according to the Julian reckoning, a style abandoned by the English-speaking world only in 1750. Let us cast ourselves back to that early-modern time and revel in today as the eve of Epiphany as they still do in some parts of England.
Here is a website that will guide you to a covid-defying outburst of joy. Wassail!