So, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day (wonder why we call it that), have come and gone for another year.
I sat pondering last night over what had been my favourite part of those three days, this year.
Was it .....
.....the delicious roast goose, which despite my uncertainty over whether it was cooked, or whether it was going to be tough, was cooked perfectly and very tender.
......or opening my presents - lots and lots of toiletries this year, plus a nice cheque from my Mum as she was unable to go shopping on her own without me.
....or spending time with my Mum
....or enjoying having the day off from work on Christmas Eve and being able to make mince pies and other items.
....or the Christingle service, the Sunday before, or the morning one on Christmas Day.
No - none of these, although I had enjoyed all of them.
The best part of Christmas to me was..... coming home from the Midnight Communion service, and sitting in the dark in my front room at 1a.m. in the morning, the curtains open and with just the light of the streetlight outside giving slight illumination to the room and the Christmas Tree, and in the absolute quiteness and stillness thinking about the wonderful service we`d had, of what Christmas was really all about and feeling an immensely deep sense of peace.