January 6, the day of the Three Magii, aka the Three Wise Men, aka Los Tres Reyes Magos has long been special in our family –as in so many other families.
Nowadays, it is even more special because one of the beloved members of our family who has recently passed on (Papá Gato, my dad) can no longer be seen with plain sight as he rides his horse and plays his accordion or guitar, dressed up as one of the Magii.
Last night, our original plan was to make crowns with little Nico for the Three Magii. But he fell asleep in the car and we decided not to wake him up.
So we set up our altar and offering: Fidel cut some grass from the greenhouse. I filled a bowl with water.
As I lit a candle in front of the picture of Papá Gato and two friends dressed up as the Three Magii, it dawned on me that, since he has transitioned, our family tradition now includes another Magii.
We now have Four Magii to celebrate!
I told my brother Jorge this morning. He loved my conclusion and told me that one of the many stories related to the Magii actually says there were Four Magii. But one of them never made it to Bethlehem.
I told Nico this morning that our little altar where he found his scooter this morning was a symbol of our love for the Magii. That's why we put out grass and water for the animals. Three camels for the "Eastern" Magii from the ancestral story. A horse for the Caribbean Magii who is now part of the way we tell our story.