A PECULIARLY WELSH CHRISTMAS

‘Marley was dead, to begin with’.

The opening line from the most famous and best loved ghost story ever written, sets the scene for the story of a wicked, miserly old man whose shrivelled soul rejects the love and friendship of his fellow men in favour of the cold, dead, glint of money, his torment, and ultimately his redemption, played out against a background of nightmarish supernatural visitations. The telling of this life-affirming tale of how the ghosts of Past, Present and Future changed the outlook, and of course, the eventual path of old Ebenezer Scrooge, has become firmly established as a Christmas tradition.

With this in mind, I thought it would be interesting to take a look at some of our own peculiarly Welsh traditions, in particular those with their origins reaching back to time immemorial, caught somewhere between pagan ritual and early Christianity: as I found, some are weird, some are wonderful – all are fascinating.

PLYGAIN The very act of singing is the living, breathing embodiment of the spirit of the Welsh people, and is an important expression of their identity and heritage.  Not for nothing is Wales known as the Land of Song, and it isn’t surprising to find that passion being given a voice in Plygain services across parts of the country on Christmas morning.  The word Plygain stems from the Latin for ‘cock-crow’, and indeed these services do take place in the cold, dark hours before dawn, the church or chapel brightly lit with candles to signify the coming of Christ as the Light of the World.  Originally, the carols would have been sung by the men alone, in three or four part harmonies, and it was considered bad form for anyone to repeat something that had already been performed – quite a feat, as these services could last for several hours!

An unattended Plygain candle is thought to have been the cause of a fire which destroyed the north aisle of Cilcain’s St. Mary’s church in 1532

Although Plygain services have largely fallen out of favour since Victorian times, this most Welsh of traditions continues in some areas.  For instance, the village of Lloc in North Wales is well known for its service, and the village of Cilcain, nestled in the Clwydian Hills, has enjoyed a long and it is thought, unbroken, Plygain tradition dating back to at least 1532, when the north aisle of St. Mary’s Church in the village was destroyed by fire, thought likely to have been caused by an unattended Plygain candle.  Nowadays it is celebrated at the village chapel, Capel Gad.

THE HUNTING OF THE WREN (Hela’r Dryw) An old folk-tale tells of a contest between the birds of the air, to see who could fly the highest, with the winner to be crowned ‘King of the Birds’.  A powerful eagle had seemingly won the competition, when a cunning wren, who had concealed himself in the eagle’s feathers, suddenly popped out and flew even higher, thereby winning the crown.  The eagle was so incensed that he threw the little bird to the ground, breaking his tail in the process, which explains why, to this day, wrens have short tails! Revered by the druids as a sacred bird (“dryw” in Welsh means both “wren” and “druid”), the wren has also long been held in high regard across European folklore as the King of Birds, although it seems that the royal title bestowed on this tiny bird has been something of a curse.

The wren, a bird long held in high regard across European folklore as the King of Birds

The tradition of Hunting the Wren appears to have its origins in a pagan custom connected with good luck, which formed part of the Winter Solstice celebrations.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t so lucky for the poor bird, which was hunted and captured by a gang of men, to be paraded in a cage, dead or alive, and hailed in song as ‘The King of the Birds’.  Where the bird was killed, its death (marked by a ceremonial burial and accompanying dirge) celebrated the demise of winter, but in later years the wren came to represent the unpopular English kings and lords, prompting the subversive question from revellers: “Would you like to see the wren in a box?”- read ‘king’ for ‘wren’ and you get the gist! Thankfully, this tradition died out long ago, although in certain areas it survived into the modern era, with the bird being replaced by a potato stuck with feathers, and ‘wren songs’ connected to the custom still exist.

Y FARI LWYD (The Grey Mare) With the roots of its tradition lost to history, Y Fari Lwyd is a strange and almost other-worldly celebration, which again marks the passing of the dark days of winter. The sight of the Mari Lwyd is really quite terrifying as it comes into view from the darkness, accompanied by singing, music and the rhythmic, steady beat of a drum.  A real horse skull is bedecked with colourful streamers and mounted on a tall pole with a white sheet hanging below, hiding the operator beneath.  The eye sockets are often decorated with coloured baubles, and the jaws are wired to enable a disconcerting snapping sound! This outlandish horse, accompanied by a group of people, goes from house to house, or more usually these days, pub to pub, to initiate a ‘battle of wits’ using song and poetry (pwnco) in order to gain entry.  Consisting of a leader, a fiddler and other characters, the group ensures fun and merriment once entry is gained – with maybe a few festive drinks, too!  Flintshire has its own Mari Lwyd tradition, brought to the region by Mold-based Dawnswyr Delyn.

The other-worldly Mari Lwyd (The Grey Mare), one of the strangest and most ancient of Welsh customs

Just as these customs have survived down the centuries, we each create our own family traditions and rituals, observed and celebrated year on year. As we put up the decorations and dress the tree, joyous memories of Christmas past come back to greet us with every familiar trinket we unwrap, to be stored away again safely come Twelfth Night, and lovingly rediscovered when this most wondrous of seasons comes around once more. 

Wishing you all a very merry Christmas, with lots of happy memory making.

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3 Replies to “A PECULIARLY WELSH CHRISTMAS”

  1. Wonderful Sonia, so much more detailed than mine, though I was restricted by available space. Think I did do a piece about the wren, I’m trying to collate all the articles I wrote and make some sense of them ! I find all these old customs so fascinating, particularly as we lived in the Druid Cottage for so many years. Should get together some time soon and swap stories. xxx

    1. Just listened to Plygain music on my tablet.I am proud of my family tradition for many years at Capel Sion Lloc. I made no personal contribution alas but I remember ny dad returning g from the Plygain bob bore Nado.ig,so elated by the experience.His brother,sister,uncles and great uncles made such a mark over many years. Sad these things have to end.

  2. Lovely. Not only the memories themselves, but also the writerly way you forge them into beautiful language. And such a cyclical, gentle ending. Thanks for leading me to this. Irma Wiley Elvis

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