Don't know what I believe, but I'm going to go and do a church crawl on Christmas eve. Limoux, Pieusse, where Mark is playing their new harmonium, and then possibly to a freezing abby out in the sticks for midnight mass.
Sorry for scrooge like sentiments, but . . . really! I think it was working in advertising for too many years — 'Boots' Christmas press shows in July complete with log fires, carol singers etc.
Here is a lovely sunrise to evoke peace, reflection and serenity as we head out once more to the shops to cross another vital thing of the Chistmastide list.