Twelfth Night

Now the decorations are down, the living room looks horribly bare and empty. I am now amusing myself by thinking of creative and silly ways to brighten up the room - cascading tendrils of chainmail, I think, or something involving dozens of fluffy polyhedral dice. I think people have it easier in Fantasyland. At least they can decorate their room with the severed heads of their enemies all year round, and don't have to take them down on a set day. Or maybe arcane sigils of immense and terrible power. Or doilies.

We're off a-Mumming later today. Some friends of friends of friends are having a Twelfth Night party, and wanted "all the old traditions associated with Twelfth Night. Er... what are they?" I suggested that they went out in the forest a-hunting the wren*, but strangely they didn't go with this idea. (* Though this customs is also associated with Boxing Day and New Year's Day, in different places.) They are paying us, feeding us and drinking** us, though. (** Is there a single verb that expresses the drink equivalent of "to feed somebody". "Providing us with drinks" is far too wordy. If there isn't a word, there should be.)