The Fourth Sunday of Advent open to door to Christmas. As usual, we had the family service with the children's nativity in the morning, and the lessons and carols in the afternoon. Leaving home this morning I was just praying to get there without falling over and breaking something serious when wonderful Tricia drew up and offered me a lift.
The Golden Child, who starred as Baby Jesus when she was three weeks old, is now two, and very excited about being an angel. We popped a surplice over her head and couldn't find her hands. It was easier when we'd strapped on her very beautiful pink sparkly wings, because it gave us something to tuck her sleeves into. We had to pull up the length, too, so she didn't trip over it. The tinsel halo finished off the outfit, but that delighted smile was all her own. She was so gorgeous. AND I got lots of cuddles, from both the Golden Child and a very tiny shepherd. Oh, and from the Sunshines, because they came too.
This evening was THE Carol Service - the church lit with over eight hundred candles, clear and confident reading of the Great Story and stunning music. The standard of music we have in this village is astonishing. Blessed!
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