First published Dec. 24, 2007.

Christmas Eve is the most wonderful night of the year to a Polish Catholic and when I walked to the local Polish grocery store yesterday morning, the place was packed with people waiting to pick up meat at the butcher’s counter for their Christmas Eve dinner.

Traditionally, Christmas Eve is a meatless meal, with twelve courses – one for each month of the year. But there was plenty of kielbasa for Christmas Day, wrapped up in brown butcher’s paper for the trip home.

“I’m new to the neighborhood. Is there a Midnight Mass anywhere?” I asked the woman standing in line ahead of me. (She looked just like Aunt Agnes, my godmother.)

“I don’t know, I don’t live here,” she said apologetically. “I just come here for the kielbasa.”

Watching those Polish faces in the store brought back memories of Christmas Eves past at my grandmother’s house on Terrace Street. The Polish Christmas Eve is called Wigilia (meaning “the vigil”) and it’s aptly named. I remember being such a hungry little kid and waiting and waiting and waiting, because you can’t eat until the first star (Gwiazdka, in honor of the Star of Bethlehem) comes out.

The smell of herring made me gag; the only fish I could stomach were the Mrs. Paul’s fish sticks, and I’d load up the plate with those and my grandmother’s mashed potatoes – they had just the right amount of lumps, beaten with sour cream and ground black pepper. I also liked the golumpki, a stuffed cabbage roll. We kids would wash it all down with Javies Cream Soda or Black Cherry Wishniak, while our parents drank beer and whiskey in the kitchen.

Later, after we’d all eaten, my Aunt Connie would pass around pieces of oplatek, or blessed bread – literally, “angel bread.” It’s a thin, starchy sheet like communion wafers, about the size of an index card and embossed with Nativity scenes. The tradition is to offer it to each member of the family and as they break off a piece, you wish them good health and happiness: Na szczescie, na zdrowie z Wigilia! (In Polish, if you know it. My siblings and I didn’t speak Polish, except for useful phrases like “Do you speak Polish?” “You’re such a pig!” and “What do you think I am, a horse?”)

And the person who accepts the bread wishes you the same. It’s a lovely moment.

Anyway, you all have your own traditions, and I hope they bring you joy. And tonight, as the first star rises in the sky, know that I offer you all a piece of oplatek, wishing you good health and happiness this Christmas Eve, and may a bright star shine over your home.

Niech zawsze nad naszym domem swieci zota gwiazda!

One Response to Wigilia

  1. Imhotep December 24, 2014 at 7:15 pm #

    In 1965 the Jesuits concluded that the leadership of the Catholic Church was completely out of touch with the flock. So they declared war on the Church.
    Peruvian Jesuit, Father Gustavo Gutierrez wrote “The Theology of Liberation” in 1971. It was meant as a road map pointing the way to a new “people’s church.” A theology from “below among the people” rather then one imposed autocratically “from above.”
    Then came Jesuit Father James Francis Carney or “Father Lupe.” “Father Lupe” preached that only “armed revolution” could eradicate “capitalism and transnational imperialism from Central (and South) America.” His was the way of the gun, the knife and the cup.
    Pope Francis was initially on board with “Father Lupe’s” call for “armed liberation,” but eventually rejected it for a hybrid philosophy.
    Pope Francis has kept the core principles of the Jesuit Gutierrez’s liberation theology and combined them with the peaceful teachings of St. Francis of Assisi.
    Which is exactly what the Christ was preaching throughout his ministry.
    May a bright star shine over your home as well.

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