Unholy, Somewhat Sacred, & Disturbing Holiday Rituals
Over the years, my small family unit has developed a number of odd, if not downright disturbing, holiday rituals. There’s the St. Patty’s Day Libation to Anna Livia Plurabelle, the Wild Pumpkin Dance at Halloween, and every Easter, the Silencing of the Lamb.
When my oldest daughter was quite young, The Wife made an Easter lamb cake, and so it began.
If ever there was a following I’d like to be a part of it, it would be the cult of Mithras. The details of this faith are scanty, but it involved Italian warriors who met underground to slay livestock, respectfully and ritualistically, and have a meal.
So, on that Easter in the mid-80’s, averting my eyes out of respect for the beast, I sat up at the Easter table and cut off the head of the Easter lamb, much to the horror of my baby daughter, who soon came to revel in the sacrifice of the lamb every Easter.
Now, this has become an annual event, much anticipated, and this year, my friend Barry Ward ratcheted up the ritual by recording his own soundtrack (“Godfather,” with crying lamb SFX) and fashioning his own garrote. It was, in a word, disturbing.
More disturbing is that next year, it’s my turn again, after all these years. For a short video of this year’s event, see:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbTWauRjuxE
Hammond
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