It’s almost 11:30 and I have this one last time to wish everyone a safe and Merry Christmas Eve.
We just got back from our annual Christmas Eve church service. Diane and I sing in the choir. We’ve been practicing since August so we knew the material pretty well. The difficult one is Hosianna which is a traditional Swedish Christmas song. It’s the only Swedish I know, but I know it by heart. So does Diane.
Every year Diane takes all the choir robes home to wash before the service. They’ve been around for about 50 years, but still look pretty good. They’re blue. As in years past, Nancy brought hot spiced wine to our last practice before the big event. It’s really good. Pam pour me a large cup full. Unfortunately, it wasn’t blue wine. It’s always red. If it had been blue it probably would have made such a splotch on my robe, that Diane just washed, when I promptly spilled the entire cup down the front. And all over the basement carpet. It was a mess. No one yelled at me. Not even Diane. It’s good that I sit in the back row. By the time service was over it was pretty dry, and hardly noticeable in the dim church light. But, Diane took it home to wash again anyway.
Now it’s time to go to sleep so Santa can visit us.