This week has been the week of the carol service - services in fact. One last Sunday, one on Tuesday (featuring Rupert Everett, *swoon*) and the final one this Sunday, when the children of the parish will get involved. Children are, of course, a crucial element of the Christmas festivities - the birth of Christ cannot be celebrated without at least one tea-towel clad shepherd...
Plus, the involvement of children lends itself to fun, of varying qualities. Friends down-under are particularly good at utilising their children well. Last year I featured their Christmas Story, this year they've made a prequel featuring some Old Testament classics. Personally, I think the Bible sounds particularly good when read in a Kiwi accent.
Then there's the humble church nativity complete with tinsel and very enthusiastic children. The following video comes courtesy of my sister who probably felt a sense of comradeship with its star - I'm sure she may have done something similar in her youth. This is a brilliant example of why the words "sing up" should be used with caution around small people:
You will now have "Ohhhhh yes, believer!" in your head for the rest of the day. I do not apologise for this, but to help you remove it from your brain, I give you this - a Christmas Medley from the end of a central London carol service last Sunday. A few tears were shed at the weekend as this was the first year (in 6 years) that I wasn't part of this extravanganza, and things just weren't the same. But thankfully several people did a lot of videoing and thus I can experience all the best bits via YouTube.
Oh, and just to show that they did perform some religious music, here's O Holy Night (it didn't have quite the effect on me that last year's version did, but that's because there wasn't a hot bearded man singing the solo...):
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