....And to all a good night.

Since I have not set up the manger, or written out my Christmas cards, or found the recipe for steak Diane, or figured out what else we're having for dinner tomorrow, or made up the cantor book, or run off the choir programs, or practiced my organ pieces, or wrapped the priests' gifts, or done any wash for 3 weeks, or found anything to wear tonight or this afternoon or in the morning, or even thought about what to give Himself, or washed my hair, or arranged for the instrumentalists fees, or ascertained if the technician was able to come back and fix the hohl flute smack dab in the middle of the great that he left out of wack, or found a copy in the soloist's key for the Ave Maria since I'm not trusting myself to transpose in the middle of the night, or determined how exactly Father wants to play the crib blessing interspersed with verse of Silent Night and in what languages, or found a replacement for the cantor who scuppered, or determined how to deal with an increasingly disruptive basso, or found a working copy machine...

I think I can pretty much safely say, this will be my last opportunity to wish my 1.6 readers a blessed Christmass.

And so I do.

Let us then joyfully celebrate the coming of our salvation and redemption. Let us celebrate the festive day on which He who is the great and eternal day came from the great and endless day of eternity into our own short day of time.