Deck the Halls

Evening all.

Well, there never quite seems to be enough days in December does there.

I'm in the middle of a week covering two services, so i 'm charging around with my tongue hanging out of my head, hair down to my nose and a bigger beard than Santa himself.

And don't get me started on the charging around that we're doing in our personal lives ministering to the ill and deranged.

I saw this lovely looking photo in my mind's eye of the shadows of the stockings on the fireplace, and as often is the case, couldn't quite capture it as i saw it, despite several attempts.

Still, the stockings are up, the fire place is banked, and the tree is starting to sprout brightly coloured roots at the base....

we're nearly halfway out of the dark.