(BLOGMAS DAY 8)
We had our church carol service last night, and it was so lovely.
We all stood in the church garden, bundled into our coats and mittens and wrapped in scarves to keep out the biting wind. The kids cracked glow bracelets; the adults sipped mulled wine. The garden was packed and people spilt out onto the street; the whole place was lit up, not just by the pretty twinkle lights but by the sounds of our voices floating into the night.
Towards the end of the service, we turned on the snow machine and the foamy ‘flakes’ floated down and covered us in white. We all sang We Wish You A Merry Christmas together, and then it was over. People left quickly, eager to get back to their warm homes, their Sunday dinners and their televisions. The musicians packed up, we moved the sound system back inside and collected the mince pie wrappers, and I was left standing in an empty garden in the dark.
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