Well, not exactly hodie, more like the day after tomorrow, but I may not post again before Christmas.
As we used to say in Old English, wolcum yol.
Shooting Parrots expressed his admiration of the nativity tableau in my last post. Ian, this close-up is for you. Yorkshire Pudding expressed his dislike that my photographs overlap into my sidebar. As my mother used to say, like it or lump it.
I thought I skipped the Bah, Humbug phase this year, but apparently it is trying to rear its ugly head.
I won't let it.
I will listen to Benjamin Britten's Ceremony of Carols.
I will listen to the Christmas portion of Handel's Messiah.
I will listen to the King Singers sing "Lo, How A Rose E'er Blooming".
I will listen to the good folk in Gloucester Cathedral sing Christina Rossetti's words, "In the Bleak Midwinter".
I will listen to Karen Carpenter sing "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas".
I recommend that you do the same. If those won't get you out of any residual pre-holiday funk, nothing will.
I have used U.K.-style end punctuation throughout this post (the periods outside the double commas).
I repeat, Wolcum yol.
