Twelfth Night marks the end of the Christmas festivities. By midnight on that date the decorations should have been taken down, the greeting cards put away, and the final traces of the long party removed. Failure to do this is traditionally supposed to bring bad luck. Our neighbors don’t seem to know this. For days and even weeks after Twelfth Night, we’re still surrounded by houses draped in colored lights and surrounded by reindeer and inflatable Santa Clauses, the owners oblivious to the fact that they are tempting providence. Some homes still have rotting pumpkins outside, suggesting a lamentable failure to turn over the pages of the calendar at all. Historically Twelfth Night was the last big splurge of the season, known as the Feast of Fools, on the night before Epiphany. It was a time of feasting and merrymaking presided over by the Bean King. Traditional twelfth night cakes were handed out, in one of which a bean was concealed. Whoever found the bean was declared Bean King for