Tonight is the twelfth night of Christmas, a fact I didn't know until blogger, Trish, catalogued the twelve days of Christmas on her blog (twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com). It took me nine days to hone in on what she was doing, because, people, I didn't know that the twelve days of Christmas began on Christmas day and ended on January 5.
I knew the song, "The Twelve Days of Christmas." I'd heard about Boxing Day, but didn't know a thing about all the feast days named after saints.
Last night, I lay in bed fretting about my woeful Christian education. If I'm an example, then it is no wonder that many people think Mormons aren't Christian. We begin with Jesus, skip a couple of thousand years and move right onto Joseph Smith and 1830. Unless we're Latin or middle-ages scholars, we know nothing, except that Martin Luther was "inspired."
Excuse me for using the royal "we." It may be that I'm the only one who wasn't paying attention in seminary when we covered those 2000 years.
Dumb as a partridge in a pear tree.