. . .was, I'm sure, no different from a thousand other carol services across the country. From the startled thrill at hearing those few small treble voices bring the hubbub of a large congregation to an instant halt, through the familiar freshness of the readings (my favourites are Isaiah* and John**) and the exultation of the carols themselves, it's the closest I get to Christmas.
I'm very sure that in the next few days at least one post is going to be titled 'Bloody Christmas' or 'Five Things I Hate About Christmas' or 'Christmas? No Thanks, We Did That Last Year' or somesuch, but not tonight.
*Isaiah 9:6 For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
**John 1:1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.