Counting Down to Christmas – Part Two
Christmas isn’t yet here, but most of my work has been done. Last weekend was probably the heaviest: Riddells Creek Carols by Candlelight on Friday night; Lancefield Farmers’ Market on Saturday; three services (two in the morning; Blue Christmas in the evening) on Sunday. Then on Monday I suddenly realised that I was tired and had an afternoon nap.
(The Carols by Candlelight on Friday night were so cold! I had intended temporarily wearing my black Santa hat with “Bah humbug” on it as a joke and taking it off once the Carols started. But it was so bloody cold that I ended up wearing it all night to cover my ears and keep my head warm. Then the next day I got sun burnt at the Farmers’ Marker because my little brain couldn’t comprehend going from being frozen to being burnt overnight.)
Now I’ve got a pre-Christmas adrenalin surge. I woke up this morning before my alarm went off at 6 am and did an hour’s gardening before I started work. I’ve got both my liturgies for Christmas Day organised – all I need to do is copy the Order of Service for Mount Macedon. So all I have left to do is write the Christmas Day sermon. The trouble is that I just want to repeat what I said last year on Christmas Day: we celebrate the birth of Jesus because of what happened next; the story doesn’t end here. Can I assume that people didn’t really listen last year and I can repeat myself?
Four services to go – two on Christmas Eve; two on Christmas morning. Then an afternoon watching Doctor Who on the couch!