On and off for the past six years, my family has hosted a Bonfire Night in honour of Guy Fawkes Night. Its always a great party with friends, food and a big fire.
Once I was brave enough to go out in the cold, Garrett and I stuffed our Guy Fawkes effigy to burn later. We used raked up pine needles to make sure that he really went up in flames. It sounds so morbid, but its a tradition.
The best part of a bonfire night like this, is that we get a real mix of old and new friends, with some unexpected surprises thrown in there. I’d look around throughout the night and see people chatting who I never thought would end up in a conversation together.
Some of my friends from Toronto brought hundreds of dollars worth of fireworks for the night and put on an amazing show.
And then they had their grand finale. We cheered, we clapped and gave them all a big pat on the back for a great show.
Next up, we burned our effigy. It looks a little disturbing, but everyone gets into it and chants: ” Remember, remember, the 5th of November, Gun Powder, Treason and PLOT!”, while Guy is pitched into the fire.
While Guy burned away, the rest of us keep up with our revelry – eating copious amounts of chili and meatballs, taking advantage of a keg of beer and nibbling on all the great desserts people brought.
