Saturday, November 10, 2007

GO JINGLE YOUR BELLS SOMEWHERE ELSE

Yesterday I picked up my renewed FM-3 in Guaymas. I found the Aduana's office by myself (after wandering lost for just a bit), went in and asked if it was ready, signed my name at least eight times on various documents and even joked a little with the woman at the counter about making sure I'm not late, all in Spanish. If my accent, grammar or poor vocabulary amused her, she didn't let on.

Then I stopped at the big supermarket, Ley, for unsweetened yogurt (very hard to find in Mexico). As I walked in I was surrounded by counters loaded with gaudy Christmas decorations, all made in China, all typical of Northamerican themes. Where are the luminarias, the traditional Mexican holiday treats and piñatas? My ears were assaulted by a recording of a children's group singing "The 12 Days of Christmas" and then "Jingle Bells," in raucous competition with another sound system in the dairy section blasting out Mexican rap, and the usual voice-over of some young woman announcing the daily specials.

I'm always a little late getting into the Christmas spirit, but this year there's one thing I'd like to do early: learn the tune and lyrics to the song "Pidiendo Posada," traditionally sung at the Posadas, the house-to-house processions depicting the "Santos Peregrinos"(holy pilgrims) seeking an inn for the night, that are to me one of the most appealing of the Mexican Christmas customs.

When I want to research customs of my new homeland, MexicoConnect is often a good place to start, and they didn't let me down when I went looking for the song. To hear it, I found a version on YouTube. The boys played the Innkeeper, indoors, while the girls sang the role of Joseph, outside the door. There was a lot of giggling, most were singing flat and I didn't get much of an idea of what the song sounds like, so I'll have to refer to my mentor, Lolita.

I noticed in the video, by the way, that most of the participants were singing from lyrics sheets, as though it had been a long time since they had experienced a posada.

Here's how an ex-pat described a local posada:
Here in Pátzcuaro, various neighborhoods between December 16th and the 24th pretty much shut off the street, light bonfires outside of those houses participating and bring out huge vats of a spicy fruit punch.

Now, doesn't that sound like fun?

4 comments:

Andee said...

Hi Bliss,

I am so jealous of your new IMac. It's lovely.
My Mac is almost three years old. My son just got a brand new Mac laptop and heloves it.

I just read your xmas blog. You know that Mexico is in North America, right? I did I misunderstand you?

Take care, Andee

1st Mate said...

Oops, I didn't mean to imply I have one of those new aluminum/glass Macs. I was just admiring (drooling over) them on the Apple website and thought I'd show my 3-4 readers what it looks like. What I have is a Mini and an old laptop (so old the letters are wearing off the keyboard). The Capt has the same setup. It's his turn for the next new computer.

Um, you're right, Mexico is actually in North America. Actually, I should say Estados Unidos, and my nationality is "estadounidense" but I haven't learned to pronounce that yet. Guess the "dense" part is what applies to me...

Babs said...

Aah, First Mate, here in San Miguel each night a little girl portrays Mary (it's quite an honor) and if you just show up in the jardine you can follow she and Joseph as they walk the streets and everyone sings. Doors are opened and hot punch or, even better, hot chocolate is served to whoever shows up......so special! However, when I was in Queretaro last Monday, at Costco and Walmart, I saw Christmas decorations and toys like I have never seen before in Mexico. DARN! or Bah humbug........what I've always loved is that it wasn't about presents but the Baby Jesus........I sound like an old grump, don't I?

1st Mate said...

No, you don't sound like an old grump. You sound like somebody who's disappointed that the consumerist frenzy we dislike in the US is invading Mexico too. Same thing happened at Halloween. And Easter, which is traditionally the biggest and holiest holiday of all in Mexico, has become Santa Semana, the Mexican version of Spring Break.