Thursday, December 25, 2008
Attended a lovely midnight mass at St. Mary's last night. One of the lady ministers (embarrassed to say I don't know her title. Several holy people in ornate garb addressed us throughout the evening) told the story of how, at twelve, she experienced her worst Christmas ever. She got nothing good and was devastated. And her dad was like, "suck it up and come out of your room and join the family". And she came downstairs and her dad gave her a stocking, and peeking out of the stocking was a kitten. So Xmas became the Best Xmas Evah. My retelling makes it seem like it was a dull story. In truth, it was, for me, the highlight of the evening. She had good timing, there was humor, people laughed at the heartfelt moments. I almost clapped when she was done. Apparently, it's not customary to clap in church, which feels strange. I supposed our clapping should stay on the inside and be reserved for Him.
I recognized exactly one hymn the entire night. Fortunately it was the last one we sang. Silent Night. A classic!
Merry Xmas all.
Now go stuff your faces. That's what I'm headed to do right now.