Every year on Christmas Eve there's a carol singing shindig outside our local church where some of the keener churchy types dress up and act out Jesus being born etc. I'm not talking Mary with her ankles in stirrups, it's more of a nativity scene with real people. This is not the type of event I would normally attend, however I make an exception for this because it's so shambolic and hilarious that it's actually worth standing outside for half an hour for. Firstly there's Christmas songs for everyone to sing, and who doesn't love a good singsong?! However, the band is down one end of the road and everyone else is spread out along the next 100 meters or so, so what you end up with is a Mexican wave of carols with everyone pretty much choosing their own tempo and sticking with it. My general rule is 'whoever's loudest is right'. We were loudest, and unfortunately for everyone else we were also 'improvising' the lyrics to some extent. Childish, yes. Still funny? Yes!
"We three kings of Orient are, one in a taxi, one in a car, one on a scooter beeping his hooter, smoking a fat cigar..."
While everyone in the crowd sings, the 'actors' saunter onto the stage. They've all had their faces blacked up a bit for some inexplicable reason, and some of the ladies go as far as fake facial hair - hilarious. What's not so funny is that the little girl cast as Mary is normally about 12 and the Joseph is a shifty 50 year old bloke. This year was no exception. The awkward cast is accompanied by the occasional donkey, and this year a horse with antlers on. You remember that horse with antlers and tinsel scarf at the birth of Jesus? Me neither. That particular abomination was soon forgotten as the whole crowd made a swift exit into the nearest pub.
Christmas was joyous as ever. The main star of the show was this cheeseboard. Let's all take a moment to admire it:
Forgive the abrupt ending to this but I can't really be bothered to write any more.
Fa la la la la la la la la.
Luce x
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