|Gonna start 2014 right!
||[Dec. 31st, 2013|11:44 am]
There is an old Welsh new year tradition called First Footing. It calls for the first person to enter your home in the new year to be a dark-haired man, to whom you immediately offer a drink. It is supposed to ensure good luck for the coming year.|
I have been First Footing the house every year for a decade. What I do, immediately after midnight, is to collar a dark-haired guest and send him out the back door of the house. He walks around to the front door, knocks, and I let him in, drink to offer in hand, while the rest of the guests laugh and cheer.
Except last year. Right after midnight on Jan. 1, 2013, a female couple arrived and entered the house before I could get my dark-haired man out the back door.
"Oh, well," I thought. "It's just a silly superstition. It doesn't really mean anything."
And then, we had 2013. A year filled with health crises and deaths. It was terrible.
So tonight, you can be certain that I will have a dark-haired guest's shirt clutched in my grasp as we count down the last 10 seconds. He will be *flung* out that back door, and greeted with great gusto when he reaches the front.
Between that and burning 2013 in effigy, I'm hoping to bring in a much better year!
I think it's a common tradition all over the celtic lands.
Good luck to you. Make sure you don't fling him to hard though, you do want him to be able to walk to the front door.
Any reason you can't take it to the logical extreme and have him stand on the front walk or stoop as you count down? :)
Didn't want him to miss out on saying Happy New Year. It all worked out.
Well, that makes sense. If he said Happy New Year, then walked OUT the door, closed it, turned around and came back in - or am I trying to hard to game this? :)
He went out the side door and came around to the front.
I laughed so much at this I had to walk over and read it to my husband. Our 2013 had a similar theme, and though I'm not superstitious, I might dash out the back door and make my husband offer me a drink (being the only brunette in our household and not having guests this year.)
I like this tradition, but I can't shake the suspicion that it was started by a thirsty man with dark hair.
It appears that it's actually a widespread Celtic tradition that started back when the Vikings were raiding and blond or red-headed people were very bad things to have coming into your house!
I told this tradition to Andy. He rolled his eyes but decided to go along with it.
He opened the door and stepped out to see where the fireworks were being lit...
And JJ, our black-and-gray boy-cat, beat him inside. We offered him some water. Because it totally counts.
Happy New Year!
I've heard of that tradition. I've never done it. I am now praying for something to happen this year, though. I don't know if it'll happen, but it would definitely be awesome.