Palm is always kept in a small vase near a religious statue, and burned after the palm is received the next year. When we were small and fretting over a thunder storm or something, my mother would assure us that we would be safe, and point to the palm on the dresser. She said it woulkd save the house from fire, specifically. Since her main influences were Irish, I always assumed it was an Irish belief.
BTW, this year, when burning my old palm I found it getting out of control, so doused it quickly. Didnât want to prove my Mom wrong.
Canât leave without reminding all of the genius of Chesterton, of whom I was reminded when my pastor used this on Sunday:
THE DONKEY
G.K. Chesterton
**When fishes flew and forests walked **
**And figs grew upon thorn, **
**Some moment when the moon was blood **
**Then surely I was born; **
**With monstrous head and sickening cry **
**And ears like errant wings, **
**The devilâs walking parody **
**On all four-footed things. **
**The tattered outlaw of the earth, **
**Of ancient crooked will; **
**Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb, **
**I keep my secret still. **
**Fools! For I also had my hour; **
**One far fierce hour and sweet: **
**There was a shout about my ears, **
**And palms before my feet. **
love-poems.me.uk/chesterton_the_donkey.htm