At Christmas, we have only two firm family traditions.
On Christmas Eve we attend the beautiful sung evensong at St Albans Abbey – or The Annual Festival of Coughing, as we call it.
On Christmas morning we go to our own church, St Luke’s.
At quiet moments in the services I pray for people I know who are sad, ill or bereaved. Then I move on to considering the year ahead and praying that God be with us.
And this year, I have already received a blessing.
Let me tell you the story:
This morning we attended our church. SO MANY people we knew were there for Christmas. And so were their children, grandchildren, aunts and uncles.
We circulated around the church to exchange the handshake of peace with everybody.
We processed up in front of everybody to receive communion.
Then back again.
In front of everybody.
But it was not until I got home that the pants which had been caught up my trousers in the wash fell out onto the floor.
As I say – a blessing.