Yes, it’s that time of the year again: the Virtual Advent Tour is here and this year I have the honor to open the festivities together with Becky.
Being a city girl, I could only experience one of my favorite Portuguese Christmas traditions when we’d spend the holidays with my mother’s family in her hometown. The Christmas Fire (“Fogueira de Natal” or “Queima do Madeiro”) was a special occasion when all the village came together.
On Christmas Eve, just in time for Midnight Mass, the boys of the village would light a big fire in the middle of the church square. The whole village would gatherer around it throughout the whole night, singing, chatting and roasting chouriço.
All photos from Loriga’s Christmas Fire 2012 taken by Tiago Lucas
Nothing like a roaring fire in a cold night to create a sense of community and coziness. It was really something I looked forward to as a kid and unfortunately haven’t experience for years.
In my mother’s village, Loriga, we kept things pretty simple: the wood was collects by the municipality and the fire was put out on Christmas morning, but other villages around the country have more complex traditions. Some examples:
- The Fire must never be put out between Christmas and New Year or the Day of the Kings.
- The wood must be from an olive tree because that was the wood of Christ’s cross. But paganism always finds a way in, so it is also said that the main log should be as fat as possible: the fatter the log, the fatter next year’s pigs.
- The wood that does not burn must be preserve, to protect homes from thunderstorms and other divine acts of wrath.
- The wood used in the Fire must be stolen by the village’s young men. The Christmas Fire is part of the traditional “Ritual Thefts” that also happens during the Fires of Easter and the “Popular Saints” (summers solstice).
As with so many Catholic traditions, the Christmas Fire has pagan roots. It started as a celebration of the winter solstice, when many communal fires would be lit out in the open. The Fire would keep Darkness away and symbolize the heat, light and life-giving properties of the returning sun. This is also the origin of the Yule Log.
Merry Christmas everyone! 🙂
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December 1, 2013 at 10:37 am
Andre
Interesting to also realize how traditions keep communities alive.
December 1, 2013 at 4:46 pm
readerbuzz
This is brand-new to me. Thank you for sharing. Lovely tradition!
December 1, 2013 at 5:23 pm
Kailana
That’s really interesting! I love traditions like that. In my area the usual tradition is a tree lighting and Santa Claus. Thanks for joining in this year!
December 2, 2013 at 1:03 am
Barbara Bartels
What a lovely tradition. I used to attend a yearly solstice bonfire that was a bit like this.
December 2, 2013 at 2:20 am
Chrisbookarama
That looks like a lot of fun!
December 2, 2013 at 2:32 am
Cat
This is a completely new thing to me! This is part of what I love most about the Virtual Advent tour – learning about new traditions and how different cultures celebrate Christmas. Thank you so much for sharing this story!
December 2, 2013 at 7:01 am
Marg
Even after hosting this tour for years there are still traditions that are completely new to me! Thanks for sharing this one with us!
December 2, 2013 at 10:37 am
sprite
What a wonderful tradition! Thank you so much for sharing!
December 3, 2013 at 6:38 am
heidenkind
Cozy! My favorite Christmas tradition when I was a kid was when we would light candles in church and sing Silent Night. A giant bonfire would have been more fun, though. 😉
December 3, 2013 at 3:50 pm
Charlie
Thank you for sharing this! I went to church sometimes as a child but other than that there were no traditions, so it’s nice to hear of others’.
December 5, 2013 at 12:26 am
kelley
What a fun tradition. I enjoyed your advent post. Have a Merry Christmas. kelley—the road goes ever ever on
December 6, 2013 at 2:54 am
Margot @ Joyfully Retired
Thanks for sharing such a beautiful Christmas tradition. I can imagine the excited faces of the children of the village. I’ll think about this the next time I’m sitting around a campfire. Merry Christmas.