An invented holiday season

Tolkientide

January 6  —  February 13

Thirty-nine days for remembering that the ordinary world is the enchanted one.

Free. No sign-up. Nothing to buy.

January and February are the dreariest part of the year. Christmas is over with that abrupt back-to-school let down, the calendar is empty, and spring is a long way off.

Tolkientide fills that gap on purpose. It runs from Epiphany, the day the wise men arrive, to the day before Valentine’s Day — thirty-nine days of Tolkien, Lewis, Chesterton and Capon, of the Silmarillion and the films and one episode of Planet Earth, kept at home with whoever is in the house.

It is not an escape into fantasy. It is a round trip. You leave the world on purpose, you stay away long enough to lose the habit of it, and you come back a stranger — and the place you were bored of turns out to have been the enchanted one the whole time.

By mundane, I do not mean boring, but rather, expected.The thesis of the season

The trouble with ordinary life is not that it is dull. It is that it is expected, and what you expect you stop seeing. Nothing gets added to the world during Tolkientide. The fog comes off it.

The whole thing, in four lines

How to keep it

  1. Mark the dates

    January 6 to February 13. Every year. They do not move.

  2. Read the day’s note

    Two minutes. It names one thing to do, and the thing is usually already in your house.

  3. Do it where people are

    Read aloud, watch together, cook the thing. Half the point is that someone else is in the room.

  4. Come back and look around

    On February 13 the season hands you back to ordinary time and one particular person across one particular table.

You are welcome to keep it too

Tolkientide was made up by one family, in one house, because January was grey. It costs nothing, belongs to nobody, and needs no permission. Take it, change it, name your own.

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