Stir-up Sunday, the last Sunday of the Catholic and Anglican liturgical year, is a traditional day for making Christmas puddings. It gets its informal name from the first prayer of the liturgy, which begins, ‘Stir up, we beseech thee, O Lord, the wills of thy faithful people‘.
Not exactly sticklers for conforming to the traditions of others, our family usually has the puddings soaked in brandy and finished by October at the latest.
However, as some readers of my posts will know, this has not been a good year for my family. October came and went. We felt no urgent need to do things that took effort. Eventually, Claire-Helen, my oldest granddaughter, and I decided we needed to make more effort. The puddings had to be made even if it meant with less ceremony than usual.
Not Stir-up Sunday
I got the date wrong by a week, but it didn’t seem to matter to the smaller-than-usual group that came to our place for breakfast last Sunday. With so little notice, people already had plans in place for other activities.
We enjoyed a simple breakfast then got to work. Below are some photos of the day.
Some of the stirrers, making a wish as they stirred the pudding mixture and made a wish.
The puddings are beautiful. We will share them and be grateful on Christmas Day. Next year, we’ll be organised. Already we’ve added the date for this annual family ritual to our diaries – the first Saturday of the October school holidays. That way, there’ll be no conflicting children’s activities.
Here are a couple more blogs about Christmas:
I wish you all a very happy Christmas. May the joy of this important season permeate your lives. For those families separated from your loved ones, as we are from Louisa in the Australian Capital Territory this year, may 2022 bring many happy reunions.
This is the end of eight years of my blogging adventures, and we are taking a break, my blog and I, until the New Year. I hope to be back in 2022 with more ‘How to be eighty’. Thank you for being such regular readers. I appreciate your interest.