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Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas… with Bacon


Nothing gets The Daily Meal editors more in the Christmas spirit than bacon

These cute little parsnip packages taste pretty good, too.

What do you do with a whole lot of bacon a few days before Christmas? Make Christmas decorations with it, of course. Or at least that’s what we did. We're extremely excited about the holidays, so we took our festive spirit into the kitchen and got creative with one of our favorite types of pork.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas...with Bacon Slideshow

From presents and Santa to Christmas trees and candy canes, the most traditional Christmas symbols are all here and dressed head-to-toe in bacon. And along with being utterly adorable and festive, did we mention that they taste really good, too?

From all of us here at The Daily Meal, we hope you have yourself a merry little Christmas, and we hope it’s filled with joy and lots of bacon. Make these treats for your family and loved ones over the holiday and keep your troubles out of sight.


  • In England, three households will be able to meet between December 23 to 27
  • Celebrity experts shared their advice for having a merry ‘Mini-mas’ this year
  • Chef Rachel Khoo, recommends focusing on savouring the experience
  • Kelly Hoppen says don’t scale back on decorations if it's just a few of you

Published: 23:07 BST, 29 November 2020 | Updated: 17:07 BST, 4 December 2020

There’s no doubt Christmas will be different this year, with the usual whirl of the party season impossible. Across the UK, it was announced last week, we’ll be able to form temporary ‘bubbles’ of three households from December 23 to 27 — in England, the advice is that they should be ‘as small as possible’, while in Scotland they will be eight maximum. No wonder food and drink retailers are dubbing this year’s festivities ‘Mini-mas’ — but mini doesn’t need to mean less magical. Whether swapping a giant turkey for a perfectly formed poussin, or embracing potted trees and petit champagne, small can still delight — as our celebrity experts show . . .

FOCUS ON THE SIMPLE DETAILS

By Rachel Khoo, cook, writer and broadcaster

For me, Christmas isn’t about putting on a massive banquet for all your relatives or cooking complicated dishes in a bid to impress.

This year, more than ever, it’s about doing what you love, with the people you love and making sure everyone — whether there’s two of you or a bigger ‘bubble’ — has delicious things to eat. And since I started my career cooking in a tiny kitchen in my Paris flat, testing out recipes for my first cookbook, The Little Paris Kitchen, on just two diners a night, I know how to make small-scale cooking feel special.

Celebrity experts shared their advice for having a merry ‘Mini-mas’, including Rachel Khoo (pictured) who advises focusing on savouring the experience this Christmas

Small is beautiful you can really find the pleasure in little things, like that first bite of pastry on a mince pie that melts in your mouth, or the snap of your favourite chocolate bar.

My tip is to spend less time in the kitchen, more time savouring the experience — and, when it comes to food, try doing things a little bit differently . . .

Downsize: swap your turkey for a poussin

We don’t like turkey in my family. Instead, we have poussin (a small spring chicken), which not only tastes better, but is far easier to cook.

You can do one poussin per person or larger ones between two, so it doesn’t matter how many people are coming for lunch they each get their own festive bird.

Poussin is moister and more flavoursome than turkey and, rather than taking all day in the oven, it roasts in just 45 minutes. You’ll never want turkey again!


Christmas Holly Wreaths (Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas)

It’s interesting how the holidays have a way of evoking either happy or sad memories from your childhood. For me, the holidays were filled with joy even though our family was hit with sadness. My father was ill most of my life and my siblings and I all knew that at some point there would be a time when Dad would not be with us for Christmas. I think that was why my parents tried to make each memory one that we would pass on to our own children.

Two weeks prior to Christmas, my mom would shop for ingredients to make roughly five different varieties of cookies. But the one I remember helping her with the most were the ones she called, Holly Wreaths. Now, these cookies aren’t anything all too difficult and most likely not ones on Martha Stewart's cookie list. But for me, these cookies were special, partly because my mom let me help with them but also because while we made them, she would share with me the story of why my parents named me, Holly. As the story goes, my dad felt like 'Holly' was an appropriate name for me since I was born between Halloween and Christmas. My mom would share stories of her childhood, and I would make her laugh with my green tongue dyed with green food coloring as I sampled the wreaths.


Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

I sincerely hope each and every one of you had a very blessed and Merry Christmas wherever in the world you are! This is my official ‘welcome back’ post, so thank you for your patience while I’ve been away on the most amazing, especially festive Christmas vacation with my boyfriend. We left on December 19th to go to Amsterdam and just got back to Hong Kong today. So you can imagine what a crazy, exciting and decently long vacation we’ve had!

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Christmas is over, but I’m holding onto every last bit of the holiday spirit. I’m still listening to Christmas music, our tree is lit, and I’m watching Elf again. I hope you enjoy these free holiday downloads!

We had the best vacation in Amsterdam. We ate our way through the city, visited museums, toured the Anne Frank house, went on a canal tour, and even took a day trip to Bruges, Belgium. I don’t know if ‘interesting’ is the right word, but it actually was a super educational trip. We did a ton of sightseeing and I learned so much, laughed a bunch, and really enjoyed my time with my boyfriend.

It was a romantic, unique Christmas away from home in a city that’s so diverse, liberal, and full of life. I’ll definitely remember it for years to come and even though I missed being with my family, we created our own new traditions and made it special in our own way. If you’re wondering, Amsterdam is fairly vegan-friendly. You just have to know where to go. I had the most delicious fully raw vegan Christmas brunch buffet at YAY Cafe which was definitely the highlight of my eating experiences there. But more on my vegan foodie adventures later.

For now, I just want to kick back and relax in my apartment. Luckily, my boyfriend and I had left our presents under our tree at home. That way, we had something exciting to look forward to when we came back. We ripped through them all this morning as soon as we got home! I’m actually very glad to be here in Hong Kong now. I’m especially thankful to be back in my own kitchen. I hope you all have a happy holidays and wonderful New Year! I promise more recipes are coming VERY soon.


Have Yourself A Clammy Little Christmas, With This Spicy Clam Pasta

Usually around this time of year, you could find me huddled over a massive cast iron skillet teeming with butter, faithfully executing my duty to my family to make Christmas crab cakes. Now, a plague is preventing that from happening, but it’s not going to stop me—stop us—from having a delicious holiday meal. We must improvise. We must make spicy clam pasta.

Why spicy clam pasta? Its briny, garlicky, fortifying charm is comforting without being too decadent, and the ingredients are easy to obtain. Plus, you can heat up leftovers knowing that you won’t have to feign outrage at the absolute dingus who heated up friggin CLAM PASTA in the company microwave can you believe the idiot who would.

A meal for two in under an hour requires:

  • Half a 16 oz. box of linguine (or spaghetti or bucatini or whatever your pleasure)
  • One 14.5 oz can of whole tomatoes
  • One 6.5 oz can of diced clams (I like Cento, because the label doesn’t state where the clams are from, and I can pretend they’re dug up by a grizzled fisherman in Maine)
  • 1 bottle of white white with lots of minerality
  • 4 shallots
  • 6-7 cloves of garlic (this isn’t a game)
  • Lots of red pepper flakes
  • Dash of basil
  • Salt
  • Pepper
  • Olive oil
  • Snacking olives
  • Water
  • 1 bunch of jaunty-looking parsley to remind you of the vitality and naivete you had just 12 months ago

First, turn on WQXR. It’s like taking everything else that happened that day, and drop-kicking it past the velvet rope outside the door of your 6th floor walk-up. It’s that good. They even have a dedicated holiday station, if you’re into that sort of thing.

Pour yourself a taste of the white wine. Ignore the blurry photos of the cookies your mom is texting you (“trying a new cookie this year. yummm. ”), peel and slice the shallots, and coarsely chop the garlic.

Get a medium-sized saucepan ready over medium heat. Finding this green one on the curb along 6th Avenue a few months back is one of the highlights of my year. I regret not taking its siblings that had also been left out, but I was doing my best not to be greedy.

Give the pan a solid, sloppy, 2-second pour of olive oil, then toss in the garlic and shallots, saving a pinch of the garlic for later. Add a big pinch of salt and a few grinds of the pepper mill. Survey your domain, swish your wine, and let Jeff Spurgeon tell you about some old-ass music. Sensual!

Before I got COVID back in April (appropriately, as I was writing a blog post about ritualistically freaking out about getting COVID), the smell of garlic and shallots was a savory treat, one of the many joys of cooking. But the virus knocked something out of alignment in my nostrils, and now they kind of smell sickly sweet, like fleshy decay. I have been trying to re-train myself to smell them the old way by using lots of them whenever I can. So far, it hasn’t worked.

While the garlic and shallots are cooking, open the can of clams. When the garlic is toasted and the shallots are slightly browned, pour a solid 1 second’s worth of clam juice into the mix.

Some people, I am told, don’t want their clam pasta to be “too clammy,” and will either omit this step or just add a dash of that sweet, sweet juice. This is fine, but also: what do you have to lose? If not now, when?

After the juice hits, give this mixture another round of grinds from the mill, followed by a torrent of red pepper. Just fling it in with abandon, use at least a dozen shakes.

Now add ⅓ a cup of the white wine, and reduce it down by at least half, at least until it doesn’t smell so strongly of booze.

How did I come into such a wealth of red pepper flakes, you ask? They were my grandmother’s. After she died in 2016, my aunts and I were going through her kitchen to salvage what we could. Did I need a 15 gallon drum of red pepper flakes? Not really, and neither did she. But it makes me happy that a piece of her is here, in my kitchen with me. She was a spicy lady.

Once the wine mixture has been reduced down, add around a half-cup of water (more if you enjoy a thinner sauce). Now open your can of tomatoes, and squeeze them into a pulp with your fist, one by one, feeling the juice seep out of your knuckles like bloody tears. Satisfying. More salt, more pepper, and a dash of basil. Turn the heat to low, and let this cook down for around 25 to 30 minutes.

At this point, you might note that this recipe bears a passing resemblance to some other, more viral recipes. And that’s fine. But mine has clams. Here, have some more wine.

Start heating up your pasta water (don’t forget the big pinch of salt) and coarsely chopping your parsley. Toss a few snacking olives into the parsley mix. Add the pasta to the water once it starts boiling. Someday I’ll have enough burners to cook with two large pots at the same time, so I won’t have to break long pasta in half into a smaller pot, but I can’t really complain.

When your pasta hits the water, toss your can of clams into the sauce (assuming you have drained the rest of the juice, or added it, I won’t tell).

With the pasta done, splash a bit of the pasta water into your sauce, for its binding properties and for good luck, and then drain it.

Normally, if you are eating with a group, some people will raise their voices to prevent the cook from mixing the pasta with the sauce.

“Shouldn’t we be able to determine how much sauce we get?” these “friends” will say.

While this sounds like a perfectly reasonable argument, these people are either fools or sauce-hounds. You want the pasta to soak up the gravy (yes, that is a technical term) as much as humanly possible, and that requires tossing these sticks into their clammy hot tub. There’s no substitute—your tiny bowl isn’t good enough for it to work on an individual basis. I’m getting upset typing this.

Luckily, you’re not eating with a group this year. Toss the pasta in, add the parsley/olive/garlic mixture, and give it all a robust stirring. You’re home.

Usually it’s best to have some sort of steamed green with this clam pasta, but these are unusual times, so don’t worry about it. Merry Christmas.


Judy Garland’s Good Tidings

Judy Garland, right, in ‘Meet Me in St. Louis’

She was singing on the set of a motion picture that was being produced in wartime. She could have had no idea that her words would carry such present-tense power more than 75 years later.

The movie wasn’t about war—it was a musical about a Midwestern family, set in the early 1900s. The film, “Meet Me in St. Louis,” was released in 1944, and its star, Judy Garland, sang the words to Margaret O’Brien, who was playing her little sister.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be light.

Next year all our troubles will be out of sight.…

It was exactly what Americans, weary from the years of World War II, needed to hear: those words of hope—the promise that in the next year all, at last, would be well. From phonographs in living rooms and radios near battlefields, the words to “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” comforted mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, soldiers alone in the dark.


Hugh Martin Jr. dies at 96 ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ songwriter

Hugh Martin Jr., a composer, lyricist and arranger who created the enduring standards “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” and “The Trolley Song” sung by Judy Garland in the 1944 MGM musical “Meet Me in St. Louis,” has died. He was 96.

Martin, who collaborated in an unusual partnership with Ralph Blane on Broadway and in film, died of natural causes Friday at home in Encinitas, north of San Diego, said his niece Suzanne Hanners.

The two men shared songwriting credits for “Meet Me in St. Louis,” which is set at the turn of the 20th century and follows a Midwestern family on the verge of moving to New York City. Garland lit up the screen with her renditions of “The Boy Next Door,” “The Trolley Song” (which was nominated for an Academy Award for best original song) and “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.”

But the melancholy Christmas lyrics Garland sang in the film were not the ones Martin originally wrote. His first lines were even darker.

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas, it may be your last,” went the original. “Next year we may all be living in the past,” followed by “Faithful friends who were dear to us, will be near to us no more.”

A studio executive suggested lightening the lyrics, saying, “It’s OK for it to be bittersweet and nostalgic, but it shouldn’t be a dirge.”

So Martin went back to work, revising the lines:

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be light next year all our troubles will be out of sight.”

Released during World War II, the film and its signature songs struck a chord with moviegoers.

“The audience comes to care deeply about these people and their story,” Miles Kreuger, president of the Los Angeles-based Institute of the American Musical, said in an interview Saturday. “The score very subtly and successfully captures the essence of what these characters are thinking and feeling, so the audience is immediately drawn to the integrity of the songs.

“Now years later [‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’] still is so emotionally sensitive and so valid that people are deeply moved by it. It’s a masterpiece.”

Then, in 1957, Frank Sinatra was making recordings for a holiday album to be called “A Jolly Christmas” and asked Martin to “jolly up” his song.

So to substitute for “Until then we’ll have to muddle through somehow,” he came up with “Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.”

Sinatra’s version helped lift “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” into the ranks of cherished holidays classics. It has since been recorded by hundreds of performers, including Bing Crosby, Tony Bennett, Diana Krall, James Taylor and the Pretenders.

Although Martin and Blane shared writing credits in the 1940s, they worked independently.

“Ralph and I both wrote music, and we both wrote lyrics,” Martin once explained. “Almost always, each of us wrote songs unassisted by the other and simply pooled our work.”

In his 2010 autobiography, “Hugh Martin, The Boy Next Door,” he maintained that he wrote the songs for “Meet Me in St. Louis” on his own.

For another of Garland’s signature films, 1954’s “A Star Is Born,” Martin served as vocal director and arranger. He also accompanied Garland on piano during her solo show at New York’s Palace Theatre in 1951.

Martin and Blane met in the late 1930s as performers singing in Broadway musicals. Martin was making a name for himself as a vocal arranger for Broadway shows when the duo got the chance to write words and music for “Best Foot Forward” in 1941.

That brought them to the attention of Metro Goldwyn Mayer, which signed them to write for the movies. After finishing “Meet Me in St. Louis,” Martin served in the Army, performing for troops in Europe.

He returned to Hollywood after the war and received another Oscar nomination along with Blane and Roger Edens for the song “Pass That Peace Pipe” from 1947’s “Good News.”

Martin continued to write and arrange for both film and stage productions, including the Tony-nominated “High Spirits” (1964).

He and Blane teamed up again for a 1989 Broadway revival of “Meet Me in St. Louis,” writing several new songs. Blane died in 1995.

Martin was born Aug. 11, 1914, in Birmingham, Ala., and learned to play piano at age 5. He attended Birmingham Southern College before moving to New York.

He never married and retired to Encinitas in the 1970s.

Martin is survived by his brother, Gordon, of Birmingham as well as nieces and nephews, and his longtime manager and caretaker, Elaine Harrison of Encinitas.


Wartime Christmases can teach us how to 'muddle through' in the time of Covid

‘A wartime Christmas is the closest parallel we have, because we are yet again facing death in the midst of a national crisis.’ USAAC servicemen pulling crackers, 26 December 1942. Photograph: Felix Man/Getty Images

‘A wartime Christmas is the closest parallel we have, because we are yet again facing death in the midst of a national crisis.’ USAAC servicemen pulling crackers, 26 December 1942. Photograph: Felix Man/Getty Images

Last modified on Tue 8 Dec 2020 11.10 GMT

B eing as I am a child of divorce, I watched all the media discussion of Christmas and what was to be done about it with detached bemusement. I have come to view Christmas as something of a movable feast, which at times had been downright unconventional. I realised that it mattered hugely to other people, of course, but I’d be fine, I thought ­– relieved, even, not to be on a crammed train, the windows misting up with everyone’s virus-y breath.

But I was a fool. When the gutpunch came, it was swift and unexpected: Ella Fitzgerald’s version of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, chosen out of a desire for something festive, and jazzy, and cheerful. Clearly I had never listened to the lyrics before, which are about having had a terrible year (“Next year all our troubles will be out of sight”) and not being able to see your loved ones (“Faithful friends who are dear to us / Will be near to us once more”). The line that turned me into a little heap of cranberry jelly on the floor, though, was this: “Someday soon, we all will be together / If the fates allow / Until then, we’ll have to muddle through somehow”. There’s something so clumsily human about “muddling through” ­– it is coping, but not coping, a state of being familiar to so many of us this year.

Written in 1943, Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas is, of course, a wartime song. Composed by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane for Judy Garland for the film version of Meet Me in St Louis, it was originally far more lugubrious. Garland rejected it on those grounds, saying quite correctly that telling a little girl to “Have yourself a Merry little Christmas, it may be your last” would see her labelled a monster.

I would be a monster, too, to dwell for too long on the fact that this may be a last Christmas for many, many more people, as a surge in travelling and socialising indoors could see a spike in cases. Nevertheless, it is what we are all thinking. And it is for this reason that perhaps a wartime Christmas is the closest parallel we have to look to, because we are yet again facing death in the midst of a national crisis, and the war was the last time that so many families spent the festive season separated from one another, when being together is really what Christmas is all about.

My grandma was a child in Hartlepool during the war, and I asked her about her experiences. There were, of course, food shortages, something most people in 2020 are no longer having to face (I did wonder briefly if a black market would emerge, owing to earlier reports of a turkey shortage). Nobody is at the point where they are having to make “fudge” out of carrots, though apparently the dessert my great-grandmother concocted from boiled parsnips, banana flavouring, and under-the-counter cream from a relative’s shop in Middlesbrough was delicious.

There will, however, be many more families living in poverty this year and wondering how they will pay for Christmas lunch, let alone presents (Christmas gifts made from paper may have passed muster for our grandparents, but modern day parents have a whole consumerist machine with which to contend). There will be others who have lost their homes and livelihoods. In wartime, there were special canteens that provided shelter and refreshments to those who had been bombed out of their homes in 2020, we have food banks.

On top of this, we have a grave moral decision laid at all our doors: “’tis the season to be jolly careful”, we are told, so if your loved ones become ill, it’s sort of on you. We are left with a choice: risk infecting our relatives, or stay away. Compromises can be found. Tales of the New Yorkers who turned up to Central Park in full black tie to lay out an enormous Thanksgiving dinner, could act as inspiration. However, there is no escaping the fact that some people will die as a result of celebrations.

It is this awareness of death that my grandmother remembers most strongly about wartime festivities. She recalls the Christmas before her brother Maurice and his fellow sailors set off on the Arctic convoys to Murmansk. “They’d all been in the pub of course, and back comes Maurice with about half a dozen pals … With Dad being a pianist it just started a singsong. I’d never seen any other year like it.”

Someone got her out of bed and gave her a glass of port and lemonade. “I thought this was terribly grown up,” she says. But her happiness was tinged with sadness – she knew they wouldn’t all survive. “I was looking – and it stayed in my memory all these years – in that sitting room, the front room, and them all singing … My mother’s baking was being handed out and afterwards my grandad said, ‘never mind, pet, some of them may not come back’.”

Melancholy and loss have always been a part of Christmas, and this is heightened in times of crisis. This year has affirmed for many of us the things that truly matter, and that was true for the war generation, too ­­­– I’d love to hear more stories from readers on their memories of that time. I imagine it was much the same as now: a return to simple pleasures, a reduced emphasis on consumption, a renewed commitment to volunteering and charitable giving and, as in my grandmother’s story and the 1943 song, a determination to “have yourself a Merry Christmas now”, while you can. It may be hard, but we’ll muddle through.

Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett is a Guardian columnist and author

This article’s main image caption was amended on 8 December 2020. The servicemen pictured are from the US Army Air Corps, not the RAF.


– Preheat the oven.
– Cut the baguette into thick slices, leave them aside.
– In a pot, mix the two kinds of milk, the cinnamon sticks and the vanilla essence. Let it simmer in low heat.
– Before it boils, once the mix is hot and the cinnamon taste has started to diffuse into the milk, soak the baguette slices, one at a time, into the mix. Let it drip before setting it on a plate. Repeat until you cover the plate (just don’t put the slices on top of each other yet – if necessary, do two batches).
– Add a teaspoon of vegan butter to each slice.
– Mix the mascavo sugar and the cinnamon powder (ratio to your liking) and cover each slice with the mix.
– Place the slices in the oven. Let it grill for about 10 minutes, or how long it takes for the sugar and the butter to melt into the bread…
– Let it cool off, or not. Just eat!

For dinner there’ll be some rich rice with vegan butter and almonds, seitan (for me), duck (for him), faux gras de Gaia (for me), foie gras (for him)… and, of course, champagne.


Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas… with Bacon - Recipes

Today is the feast of the Epiphany, also known as Little Christmas! I was so excited that our wise men finally made it across the room to join the rest of our nativity set! It looks so pretty!

In some cultures, Christmas Day is kept strictly religious, and gifts are exchanged on the feast of the Epiphany, when the wise men (or Magi, whom tradition names as Gaspar, Melchior and Balthazar), brought gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh to the infant Jesus.

In our home, we do open gifts on Christmas. However, we do try to commemorate a few of the special feasts days, as well as the feast of Epiphany, during the 12 days of Christmas, with a few special gifts. This year, my hubby's dear parents decided to send Epiphany gifts to the our family! The kids were SO excited, and the anticipation has been building since the gifts arrived, and have been sitting under our tree!



Our special treat for today was star shaped sugar cookies, including a BIG star to represent the one that led the wise men to our Lord. They were very yummy! (Another fun dessert idea is a crown cake. I was actually going to make both, and have everything to make it, but didn't get a chance to. I never seem to get to everything I have planned, for some odd reason?!)


We also added a new book to our collection titled The Story of the Three Wise Kings by Tomie dePaola. It is out of print, but I was able to find an inexpensive used copy, and like all of his books, we really enjoyed it!

OH! We also opened this beautiful box of chocolates that we were given for Christmas! The chocolates won't last long, but the box is definitely a keeper!


Priest/Father: Peace be to this house.

All: And to all who dwell herein

Priest: From the east came the Magi to Bethlehem to adore the Lord and opening their treasures they offered precious gifts: gold for the great King, incense for the true God, and myrrh in symbol of His burial.

During the Magnificat below, the room is sprinkled with holy water and incensed:

All: My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Savior. For He hath regarded the humility of His handmaiden. For behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. For He that is mighty hath done great things to me, and holy is His Name. And His Mercy is from generation unto generations upon them that fear Him. He hath shewed might in His arm, He hath scattered the proud in the conceit of their heart. He hath put down the mighty from their seat, and hath exalted the humble. He hath filled the hungry with good things, and the rich He hath sent empty away. He hath received Israel, His servant, being mindful of His mercy. As He spoke to our Fathers, Abraham and His seed forever.

All: From the east came the Magi to Bethlehem to adore the Lord and opening their treasures they offered precious gifts: gold for the great King, incense for the true God, and myrrh in symbol of His burial.

Priest: Our Father Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy Name. Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead and lead us not into temptation,

All: But deliver us from evil.

Priest: All they from Saba shall come

All: Bringing gold and frankincense.

Priest: O Lord, hear my prayer.

All: And let my cry come unto Thee.

Priest: Let us pray. O God, who by the guidance of a star didst on this day manifest Thine only-begotten Son to the Gentiles, mercifully grant that we who know Thee by faith may also attain the vision of Thy glorious majesty. Through Christ our Lord.

Priest: Be enlightened, be enlightened, O Jerusalem, for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee-- Jesus Christ born of the Virgin Mary.

All: And the Gentiles shall walk in thy light and kings in the splendor of thy rising, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon thee.

Priest: Let us pray. Bless, O Lord God almighty, this home, that in it there may be health, purity, the strength of victory, humility, goodness and mercy, the fulfillment of Thy law, the thanksgiving to God the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit. And may this blessing remain upon this home and upon all who dwell herein. Through Christ our Lord.

Bless each room with incense and Epiphany Water. Write the Magi’s initials, connected by Crosses, and the year’s numbers over the front door with the blessed chalk, like this:


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