If you can't spend Christmas day in your pajamas, when can you? Katy was certainly in no hurry to get dressed, and after a more than civilised 8am start we had one of the most relaxed Christmas days I can remember. Here's my Facebook post for yesterday: Quakers don't usually make a fuss about the twenty-fifth day of Twelfth Month, so I thought I might darken the doors of my local Anglican church for midnight mass and some hearty carol singing. Turns out they are not blessed(?) with a live organist but are dependent on prerecorded music tracks, which are usually just a tad too fast and so rigidly metrical that congregations often fail to keep in sync. The machine gave us only 4 verses of Once in Royal , although 6 were printed, and during Silent Night the music was so much faster than our preferred tempo that someone wisely switched it off after just 2 lines. How wonderfully appropriate, given the origins of that carol.
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