
Don Jibaro's son Sammy, questions whether one of the Three Wise Magi
has the "plátano stain," but not before he already had his baseball
and glove already secured. Sammy concludes: "I was born at night, but not last
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Do Three
Kings Type Holidays Define Elements of Puerto Rican Culture?
by Don Jibaros Barbanegra
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the early 1950s, I didn't know about Santa Claus in Bayamón, Puerto Rico, the
town where I grew up. We had THREE KINGS!!! I would leave a shoebox by my
bedside every Jan. 5, filled with grass. According to tradition, three kings
would come to my house in the middle of the night and leave presents and, as
many of the other kids, I believed the camels would actually eat the grass.
There was much anxiety in the "barrio" the night of the 5th... and needless to
say, we went to bed with much anticipation. What if I left my toes uncovered,
too close to the edge of the bed and the camels chewed on them, or... what if
they pooped on my floor… inside the box? Or worse... what if the Three Kings
missed my house altogether? The HORROR!!!
I, for one, never thought that the observance of Los Tres Reyes Magos, or
three magical kings, would end. Even though I moved to the United States when
I was 24, Santa Claus NEVER replaced the Three Kings. Even as the years have
gone by, now that I am fifty plus years older, and somewhat immersed in the
American culture, I have taught my children the wonderful tradition of Los
Tres Reyes Magos. Even my wife and I put out our little boxes... kind of
joining in the action.
So... let me give you a bit of background on this so important part of
Puertoricana...
Yes, there are twelve days of Christmas and they begin on Christmas Day
and end on January 6.
The twelve days of Christmas end with the Feast of Epiphany also called "The
Adoration of the Magi" or "The Manifestation of God." Celebrated on January
6, it is known as the day of the Three Kings (or wise men/magi): Caspar,
Melchior and Balthasar. According to an old legend based on a Bible story,
these three kings saw, on the night when Christ was born, a bright star,
followed it to Bethlehem and found there the Christchild and presented Him
with gold, frankincense and myrrh.
January 6, the last day of Christmas, comes with its own traditions, rituals
and symbols. Carolers are going from house to house; in many homes the
Christmas tree is taken down and in some areas is burned in a big bonfire.
For the children this is an especially joyous occasion because, associated
with taking down the tree goes the "plündern" (raiding) of the tree. The
sweets, chocolate ornaments wrapped in foil or cookies, which have replaced
the sugar plums, are the raiders' rewards.
The history of Christmas, (the festival of the nativity of Jesus Christ,) is
intertwined with that of the Epiphany. The commemoration of the Baptism
(also called the Day of Lights, i.e. the Illumination of Jesus) was also
known as the birthday of Jesus, because he was believed to have been born
then of the Virgin or reborn in baptism. In some records Christmas and
Epiphany were referred to as the first and second nativity; the second being
Christ's manifestation to the world.
In the fourth century, December 25 was finally adopted by the Western
Christian Church as the date of the Feast of Christ's birth. It is believed
that this change in date gave rise to the tradition of the "12 Days of
Christmas." While the Western Christian Church celebrates December 25th, the
Eastern Christian Church to this day recognizes January 6 as the celebration
of the nativity. January 6 was also kept as the physical birthday in
Bethlehem. In the Teutonic west, Epiphany became the Festival of the Three
Kings (i.e. the Magi), or simply Twelfth day.
“I never became so Americanized that I forgot where I came from,” I told a
friend recently. “Inasmuch as my peers did not celebrate the same holiday
(they did the "Santa" thing), it was not for me to abandon such a rich and
rewarding custom.”
I believe that as Puerto Ricans… "ausentes" living away from the Island, it is
imperative that we revive the Three Kings holiday and other Puerto Rican
traditions with our families. It’s just part of our roots.
Like me, a growing number of Boricuas in Los Angeles and the nation are
rediscovering their roots. There are, however, many Puerto Ricans in the USA
who have never lived in Puerto Rico but hold fast to the traditions that their
parents taught them as children... Some have dubbed these Boricuas “born again
Latinos” — Boricuas who grew up in an English-speaking environment, who speak
little or no Spanish and have reached over the "charco" to embrace their
cultural heritage.
The amazing growth in the Latino population in America and the resurgence of
many Puerto Rican actors, pop stars and other celebrities (who aren't ashamed
to say... "I am Boricua"), have many of the other more assimilated Latinos
come to terms with their displaying of their heritage as cool. Celebrities who
show Boricua pride, like Jennifer Lopez and Ricky Martin, have done a lot to
inspire many who were otherwise apprehensive show that they are Puerto Ricans.
There appears to be a trend and thirst for Puerto Rican heritage and the Quest
back to our Roots. In many communities Latinos in leadership have become more
visible in the past decade. In Allentown, PA, they now make up a quarter of
the population; in Bethlehem, PA (not Israel), 18 percent; and in Easton, 10 percent. Those who
research and come to terms with their roots find it easier to display their
heritage in public... and it's curious to notice that earlier Irish. Italian and German
immigrants went through similar tugs-of-war until finally coming to be and
feel accepted.
It is sometimes sad that Boricuas in the USA do not feel the need to fit in
the USA Spectrum of Boricua Heritage. Many who come to my house find it
curious that I have so much Puerto Rican art, curios and other paraphernalia
on my walls...
In contrast, many who are being educated about culture become more proud of
who they are, allowing our language, family and traditions become more
important. This is evident by the amount of "cachibaches" that we bring when
we visit Puerto Rico. Most of this education is simply learning Spanish and
taking Latino Studies classes at local Community Colleges.
Many, still many Boricuas in the USA have relatives that speak Spanish, a
language they do not understand or speak... from a country they know nothing
or very little about.
So make plans to spend a year or two in Puerto Rico to immerse yourself in
your wonderful culture and language... then go into your grandparents’ house
and speak to them in their native language. That is the best way to connect
with them.
Since many JIBAROS growing up in middle class suburbs of America have blue
eyes and blonde hair, they consider themselves "white", hang out always with
the white crowd and live a "white" life. When one parent is white, they
primarily connect with that side. Now they find out that it's time and want to
rediscover their Puerto Rican side... wanting to strike a balance between his
American side and Latin roots.
For many white Puerto Ricans, it becomes easy to blend in with American
society. When parents moved to America from Puerto Rico, kids attend school
with mostly white students. If kids grow tall and have a fair complexion,
thanks to Anglo ancestry on one parent's side, it can become easy to get
"lost" in the shuffle.
I remember meeting my Puerto Rican Pastor at the church where we attended. He
was raised in New York most of his life and the Spanish he spoke was good but
"translated". So I told him one day: --“¿Que' jesto, Chico... M'chacho, you
have to speak ‘con sabóo’, nene!” I immediately saw a big imaginary question
mark pop up on top of his head.. I knew that unless he volunteered the
information, many of his peers did not know he was Puerto Rican. As our
friendship grew, he spoke “Puerto Rican” more and more… Now he sees me and
says: “¡Oye, chico… ¿Qué jesto? ¡Bendito!”
As we grow older and get closer to that day where we shall leave this Earth,
we come to terms with what we have done with our lives… most of what will be
memories, AH! …And the certainty that we have run a good race and fought the
good fight!

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