Dancing

Things have been a bit hectic these past few days so I've not been logging or blogging. But I'm feeling cheerful and looking forward to Christmas. I was talking to my Dad today, and he reminded me about the hell-fire preacher who finished his rousing sermon with a question. “And so, my friends, when the Last Trump sounds will you be found watching with the wise virgins or sleeping with the foolish ones?”

Whatever your views on hell-fire, I hope that you (my friends) will watch a little on Christmas Eve, waiting for that quiet miracle:

No ear may hear his coming,
But in this world of sin
Where meek souls will receive him, still
The dear Christ enters in.

Or, if you prefer your carols a little more robust:

Tomorrow shall be my dancing day;
I would my true love did so chance
To see the legend of my play,
To call my true love to my dance.

Dance on!