...after Mass, on this Third Sunday of Advent, Gaudete Sunday.
Two tall trees, one of either side of the sanctuary. They look superb, gleaming with lights and golden and silver baubles. The trunks, wide and thick. were hard to fit into the metal stands, and a strong parishioner chopped away at them with an axe to trim them. A rather notable sight to anyone passing in the street as he swung the axe with vigour and wide-eyed children watched from a safe distance across the aisle.
A dropped bauble was found to have a neat hole - so with the assistance of an enthusiastic member of the Sunday School I wrote a note to put inside, and we hung the bauble on the tree...for the note to be discovered next year, or maybe in 10 or 100 years time, a secret hanging there amid the glitter...
On to Westminster, where I was leading another History Walk. Stopped briefly in the gardens by St James' Park tube station to eat a sandwich made at home earlier. The Walk went well - a good attendance and a cheery atmosphere. They were particularly interested in why and how we date Christmas and how it fits into the rest of the calendar - Lady Day, Midsummer etc - and we had a great time with fun and friendship and a sense pof the joy of the season...
Then afterwards, on arrival at the station to go home, I suddenly felt exhausted, and drooped. . The kind people at the Pret a Manger gave me a cup of tea for free and added a bar of chocolate. I nearly wept with the sudden feeling of being rescued. I needed it and, rested and fortoified, made it home...where I plan an early night.
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