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Date: 27 December 2011 12:05:50
Singing at the Hospital on Christmas Eve is always fun, even when we have to negotiate the modernised (non-gender-specific) Bethlehem carol sheet. The vicar enjoyed the ensuing hilarity when we sang 'Good King Wenceslas' with the high voices singing the low voice parts, and vice versa. Ya boo sucks to Mary Daly, et al.
Midnight Mass had another capacity crowd (the church still dining out on the total of 550 plus several sheep and a donkey at the crib service) and no (obvious) awkward incidents - perhaps due to our rendition of 'Silent Night' (arr. Sweeney) keeping them all subdued.
I was pleasantly surprised to see so many people of all ages at the Christmas Morning Service - usually the quietest one of all. Fortunately, the tent in the chancel was for a sermon illustration, not an Occupy Protest. The choir children managed to stop stuffing themselves with sweets long enough to sing 'Away in A Manger' and then ate the remaining ones in the vestry before going home for lunch. Well it is Christmas, after all.