||[Dec. 5th, 2016|01:12 pm]
Last year we put our Christmas tree and its decorations up on the 1st of December; this year they haven't yet come out of their boxes. If I say I'm not feeling Christmassy I don't mean that I'm feeling miserable or Scroogeish, just not in the zone.|
I think we've bought most of our presents. Ailz probably bought the first of them in the summer. She's very good at not letting Christmas sneak up on her.
Mike and Su gave Marlowe an advent calendar. You open a door every day and there's a helping of treats in festive flavours- like turkey and cranberry. He's very grateful.
My mother was watching Songs of Praise yesterday. They've already skipped ahead and are providing the punters with what they really, really want- which is Christmas carols. I'm sorry they've slighted the Advent season; I'd rather listen to Veni, Veni Emmanuel than almost all the schmaltz in the Christmas repertoire.
When I was a vicar I used to maintain that we paid for our Christmas by enduring the long supposedly penitential Advent season first. Not that I ever really found it penitential. Looking forward to our future liberation, what's so penitential about that?
Veni, veni, Emmanuel
Captivum solve Israel
Qui gemit in exilio
Privatus Dei Filio
Gaude, gaude, Emmanuel
Nascetur pro te, Israel