The problem with having Christmas Day on Saturday is that many folk think Sunday is a Monday. I am convinced some folks were half way to work this morning before remembering what the day was. For many others the presence of family or friends, and maybe the weight of over indulgence proved too much for them as few indeed arrived at the Kirk this morning. The teeming rain did not help either.
However, we gathered, sung several songs badly, and without the technicians being available we had to read the words out off a book rather than view them on screen. This has not happened for so long some among us had forgotten how to read! It was clear we had all forgotten how to sing.
Soon enough I was back home, the shepherds and angels remaining behind while I indulged myself in roast potatoes, not black like yesterday, and a chicken concoction far too big for me. However, with some effort I managed, and washed this down with Plum Vodka. A bit strong with the cloves dear!
Then Joy! The Heart of Midlothian game against Ross County was available and I was able to shout abuse at the TV director for failing to do his job properly once again. Why does he spend so much time looking at the back of players heads? Just watch the game mate! Surely this is the easiest job in TV, why make it hard? Anyway, we won of course, so that provided more cheer. Now, lying ahead of me are two more games on Now TV via SKY. It is so hard deciding whether to watch here or go and watch from my bed...
Two days holiday now follow. This is time for the wrapping paper, empty boxes, the ones without cats sitting in them, and other assorted rubbish, including that strange uncle that comes only at Christmas to be discarded, recycled or dumped. Peace and quiet, unless the kids are still around, and a time for sleeping off excess now arrives.
I hope your Christmas has been a good one, Jesus is still here, no longer a baby but a King, talk to him, he will listen. He even arranges a driver when the rain is falling, or at least he did for me today anyway.
You do realise that this time next year will be a new year? Jings!
