Today is January 6th: el día de Reyes, the day when Spanish children finally get their Christmas presents. (Although we were told that Santa took gifts to children all round the world, he doesn’t visit many houses in Spain as he leaves it to the Magi to deliver the parcels – or coal for those who’ve been naughty – on Twelfth Night.)
It would make more sense to me if the kids got their toys at the start of the school holidays so they had something to keep them occupied, but I guess los niños españoles spend their time watching TV and adding more and more items to their wish lists as they see the different juguetes advertised during the half-hour commercial breaks.
I don’t think there are any monarchists** in this house, which is presumably why Los Reyes Magos – ‘the magic kings’ as I’ve heard them referred to – don’t seem to have visited me, although I left liberal numbers of shoes scattered around the bedroom and my studio, as well as wellies in the kitchen, and slippers and other footwear in the utility room.
True, I haven’t been round and checked them all, but I’m pretty sure that even their Royal Highnesses wouldn’t have waded through the puddling mud to deliver anything here last night, particularly as I didn’t leave any marzipan or other dulces for them, nor straw for their camels.
In English, of course, the Three Kings are also known as the Wise Men, but I can’t see this ever being referred to as el día de los Sabios. If instead we call them the Magi, I suppose the Spanish would be el día de los Magos. So I hope everyone is having an absolutely wizard time!
When I say on this (non-political) blog that I’m not a monarchist, I realise I’m risking misinterpretation: it could be read as meaning I’m in favour of a republic. My reaction to that must depend on which language is being used: after all, there’s a world of difference between a Republican and a republicano.