And Christmas comes once more.
I hope you have a wonderful time, but if that's not what you find from Christmas, I hope you have some pleasure and tranquillity. Or get drunk, or write your first blog-post in a fortnight. Or your first blog-post ever.
Thanks for being such good company. I can't describe, without being mawkish, how much I appreciate you all.
Here are some photos of the crib that the village schoolchildren made for us a few years ago -
Mary was, perhaps, a little unprepared for the experience of childbirth. The donkey was a bit startled, too.
Jesus finds a bed of hay very comfortable
Merry Christmas, darlings.