...was no time for blogging. A packed Midnight Mass and the joy of meeting old friends there, family meals, a glittering Christmas tree, a small boy with a wooden train set, wintry walks on Exmoor, charades, green ginger wine, chocolates, and singing Auld Lang Syne in an Oxfordshire street as the New Year rolled in with bells pealing and fireworks exploding.
In an often ugly Britain the Christmas message this time rang a note more true, more important, more crucial than ever.
I am off to America shortly to make some more programmes for EWTN and over the next days will be busy with domestic arrangements to ensure cheer for elderly relatives etc while I am away.
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