There was the most delicious sound in the air... The band in the corner petered out to a gentle harmonic, even Morty looked up from her Baileys, and Liz stopped chomping on the sprout sandwich.....

Suddenly, it felt as if someone had opened a window onto heaven, the air freshened, the sweet pine scent of the tree overpowered the fug of booze, farts and the jello pit.

From far away, there came the sound of an ancient clock, chiming with the sound of silver bells, midnight. The duck, the chameleons and the donkey turn to the east, kneel down, and the air is filled with light from a source no-one can tell.

'Blessings on you all' they say, 'even you with the orange sauce'.

Like the realisation that it's end of term or free drinks at the bar, every face is smiling, serene or beautiful.

Gaudete, Gaudete, Christus est natus, Ex Maria, virgine. Gaudete!

Pax vobiscum

LTS