Today, the sixth of January is known as “Twelfth Night,” the vigil of the Feast of the Epiphany. In many homes throughout the world, including mine, a lavish, twenty-four-hour celebration begins. People don crowns, exchange gifts, and have big parties with special food. Traditionally, a “king’s cake,” baked with coins or a small baby doll hidden inside, is ceremoniously shared. Blessing prayers are offered over gold, frankincense, and myrrh to honor the first gifts given to the Christ Child. The initials of the three kings and the date are chalked over doorways to bless all who will enter the home throughout the year. I am celebrating in a big way this year by hosting a dinner party for two close friends who have come to visit from out of state just for the occasion. We will sing, eat Middle Eastern food, talk about revelations on starry nights, and bask in wondrous gratitude for the many gifts that continue to pour into our lives.