Last night I was talking with my niece who lives in Puerto Rico, about “El Dia de los Tres Reyes Magos”. Three Kings Day is one of those childhood traditions a lot of families still keep in the island.
In Western Christianity, Three Kings Day commemorates the visit of the Magi to baby Jesus Christ.
For those not familiar with this tradition, Three Kings Day marks the Epiphany. Catholics believed the Three Wise Men or Magi followed the Star of Bethlehem and arrived with gifts of frankincense, myrrh and gold for the newborn King, baby Jesus. In the Latino community, Three Kings Day “Día de los Reyes Magos” is always celebrated 12 days after Christmas Day, ( on January 6 ). It is my favorite day of the whole "Christmas" celebration.
For decades, Puerto Rican children have celebrated Los Tres Reyes Magos in the same manner as our grandparents did when they were children. As far as I remember, when I was a kid, none of my friends nor their families exchanged gifts on Christmas day.
I was about seven years old, when I was asked to be one of the Three Kings in a school play. I didn't want to do it, but with a little encouragement from mom I agreed. She even helped to create my King costume. Everything was going well until right before I climbed on stage. I was absolutely terrified. I took a deep breath, stepped on stage and stage fright took over me. I forgot my lines and mumbled the name of the King I was representing, "Yo soy Melchor", I am Melchor. Everyone laughed but me, it was so embarrassing.
I am sure many of you, regardless of religion, have your own holiday traditions. I remember how a day like today, every January 5, we were given a box, and mom or a family member would help us cut grass/hay for the camels. Afterwards we will place the box under or next to our beds along with a glass of milk or water for the camels to eat and drink. Going out to cut the grass for the camels was always an exciting field trip, it was a lot of fun. We were taught to make sure the camels and the Three Kings received their food in appreciation for our gifts. In the morning we were supposed to find toys under the Christmas tree....and we did.
I remember waking up early in the morning on January 6, running to see the gifts that the Three Magi left for us under the Christmas tree. From the balcony we could see kids in the neighborhood riding their new roller skates, and others in their shiny bikes or tricycles, and the old style skate boards.
We never received bicycles, skates or expensive toys; growing up my family didn't have lots of money. But for us, receiving something that day was very much appreciated. What is important, was knowing that despite all the struggles, we had our family together. I miss those days.
[ Please note, this post was originally written by me on another platform on January 6, 2008. The top picture of the Three Kings, was taken two days ago at the Mall. ]
