Epiphany, or as we call it (ta Fota) Τα Φώτα is one of the most important celebrations of the year in Zakynthos, rich in symbolism, faith, and deeply rooted traditions. With Epiphany, the Twelve Days of Christmas come to an end, and light finally overcomes darkness, bringing purification, blessing, and a new beginning. Tonight at midnight, as Epiphany dawns, Zakynthian tradition tells us that the heavens gently open, and the wishes whispered in that sacred moment are carried beyond the stars to be fulfilled. The Blessing of the Waters.  photo source Facebook. credit to original owner.
On Epiphany Day, following the Divine Liturgy, the Great Blessing of the Waters takes place. In Zakynthos, this ceremony has a distinctive local character, as the Cross is not thrown freely into the sea as you would see in other parts pf Greece. Instead, it is blessed using a long pole by the priest, in accordance with the island’s tradition.
In addition to the main port and central locations, the blessing of the waters is also performed on other beaches around the island, such as Kalamaki, as well as in several coastal areas, allowing local communities to take part in this important celebration. The Custom of the Bitter Orange Trees and the Korokakia 
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On January 5th, the eve of Epiphany, Zakynthos comes alive with tradition. It is common to see children going from house to house singing the Epiphany carols, announcing the approaching feast. In recent years, a traditional Epiphany song that had been lost to time has also been revived, reconnecting the island with an important part of its musical and cultural heritage.
This traditional Epiphany carol celebrates the Feast of Lights and the blessing of the waters, using rich symbolic imagery such as the white dove, priests chanting, and flowing water to express purification and divine presence. Rooted in folk poetry, it reflects themes of joy, sanctification, and the spiritual renewal of both nature and the household on Epiphany Day.
This sense of renewal is reflected not only in song, but also in the visual language of the churches. During Epiphany, churches in Zakynthos are traditionally decorated with bitter oranges and long green leaves known locally as Kokorákia (Κοκοράκια). These vibrant green leaves, arranged around icons and the blessing vessels, symbolize life, rebirth, and the victory of light, echoing the spiritual meaning of the feast. The bitter orange tree itself holds a special place in Zakynthian Epiphany customs. The bitter orange is considered a symbol of purity and protection. After the Blessing of the Waters, households sprinkle holy water around their homes, yards, and fields, while a bitter orange is often placed or hung at the entrance of the house or near the home icon stand where it will remain there until Clean Monday, when it will be squeezed and the juice drunk as a remedy for sore throats. This gesture is believed to ward off evil and bring health, prosperity, and good fortune for the year ahead. Together, the bitter oranges and the Kokorákia—seen both in churches and homes—form a powerful symbol of cleansing, blessing, and renewal, marking Epiphany as a moment of spiritual light and fresh beginnings in Zakynthian tradition. 
In Zakynthos, it is traditional on Epiphany to enjoy avgolemono or roast meat cooked in the oven, while fish is avoided entirely. Bringing fish into the house on Epiphany is considered bad luck, making this day’s meal all the more special and meaningful.
The Epiphany customs of Zakynthos—whether through the blessing of the waters at ports and beaches such as Kalamaki, or through household traditions involving holy water, bitter oranges, and traditional foods—keep the island’s cultural heritage alive and remind us of the timeless human need for light, hope, and renewal. Xronia Polla!!!
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 From the book by Nikolaos G. Politis 1904 pages 273-74 In the villages of Zakynthos, many decades ago, there was a mill where locals ground their wheat to make bread and flour for their families. These mills were more than workplaces—they were meeting points of daily life, standing quietly along paths that people and animals passed every day. It was near one such mill that an old Zakynthian tale was born. One winter’s day, a villager from Romiri loaded his donkey with two large sacks of flour and set off for home. The road was familiar, the work routine—but folklore reminds us that the familiar can easily turn strange. As he walked, a "kalikatzaros" appeared in his path. The creature did not see the man—only the two sacks of flour—and assumed they were moving on their own. It followed behind them, repeating curiously: “One side here, the other side there, and the load on top! And behind E the horned one!" The "kalikatzaros" could not understand how a load could move without a human guiding it. The villager, frightened, bent lower over his donkey, urging it forward. The "kalikatzaros" trailed behind, muttering the same words, trapped in its own puzzlement. When the villager reached home and cried out for help, his wife immediately understood. She grabbed the incense and sacred religious items and ran outside, and with prayers and fragrance, she drove the creature away. Confused, the "kalikatzaros" slipped into the darkness, disappearing near the mill. Living on Zakynthos, stories like this feel rooted in the land, the villages, and shared memory. And in the modern world, during the Christmas season, the tale comes to life in new ways. What brought this to my mind was when scrolling through social media, we see naughty elves causing mischief—tipping over jars, hiding in kitchens, leaving playful chaos behind. Suddenly, the old Zakynthian "kalikatzaros" by the mill feels familiar, a local echo of a European tradition that spans the continent. These playful elves, popular across Europe, share the same ancient spirit found in Greek folklore. And in Greece, no Christmas tale of mischief is complete without the "kalikatzari".  When the καλικάτζαροι Come Out to Play.On Christmas night, when the world grows quiet and the fire burns low, the καλικάτζαροι come out. All year long, they live beneath the earth, hidden from human eyes, hacking away at the great tree that holds the world together. Day after day they saw and chip, laughing and arguing, certain that this year they will finally bring everything crashing down. But just as the tree begins to creak, Christmas arrives—and the καλικάτζαροι forget everything. Drawn by the smell of food, the warmth of chimneys, and the promise of mischief, they rush to the surface. For twelve nights, from Christmas Day until Epiphany, the world belongs to them. The καλικάτζαροι are not beautiful creatures. Stories describe them as small and ugly, covered in soot, with tangled hair, sharp teeth, and sometimes animal legs or long crooked tails. Yet they are rarely silent. They giggle, whisper, argue, and sing badly as they wander through villages after dark. They are not truly evil—just endlessly mischievous. They slip into houses through chimneys and cracks, poking at anything they can reach. They steal sausages from the pantry, spill water on the floor, tangle yarn, and leave muddy footprints behind. If something goes missing during the holidays or the house feels strangely unsettled, the answer is simple: the καλικάτζαροι have been here. People, of course, learned how to protect themselves. Some kept the fire burning all night so the creatures couldn’t climb down the chimney. Others hung a colander by the door. The καλικάτζαροι, unable to resist counting its holes, would become so confused that they’d forget why they came inside at all. In some places, old shoes were burned in the fire—the smell alone was enough to send them running. Still, the καλικάτζαροι always returned the next night, dancing through the darkness, causing chaos where they could. But their time was limited. On January 6, the day of Epiphany, the waters are blessed. Priests walk through villages, sprinkling holy water, and with it comes order and light. The καλικάτζαροι shriek and scatter, rushing back underground. When they arrive, they discover the truth: while they were gone, the world tree healed itself. The work of an entire year—undone. And so they begin again, sawing and plotting, waiting for next Christmas. Today, the καλικάτζαροι live on in stories, songs, and children’s laughter. They remind us that Christmas is not only about calm and sweetness, but also about chaos, shadows, and the strange magic of winter nights. In Greece, Christmas has room for mischief—and the καλικάτζαροι wouldn’t have it any other way. A Zakynthian Christmas Reflection.Seen this way, Zakynthian folklore, modern elves, and the καλικάτζαροι are all part of the same festive tapestry. Different names, different settings, but the same lesson: during the holidays, the world is a little less orderly, a little more enchanted. Perhaps, if something goes missing, or you hear a strange noise by the fire, it’s not worth worrying—it’s probably just a gremlin, a naughty elf, or a καλικάτζαρος at play.
So this Christmas, as you decorate, laugh, and share time with loved ones, remember the magic and mischief that fills the season. Let the stories of Zakynthos, Greece, and the wider world remind you that the holidays are a time not only for calm and light, but for wonder, surprise, and a touch of playful chaos. kalikatzaros (καλικάτζαρος.) = gremlin/naughty elf. kalikatzari= plural form of καλικάτζαρος. |
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