Silent night, holy night

The twenty-fifth day of December,
when ages beyond number had run their course
from the creation of the world,
when God in the beginning created heaven and earth,
and formed man in his own likeness...
— from the Roman Martyrology

Here we are after the Mass at Midnight (celebrated at 9 pm in my parish).  By what I would consider a true miracle,¹ I had breath and voice enough to chant the Christmas Proclamation (as the contralto I really am, not the soprano my choir director knows me as). That was, however, pretty much it for my voice.  Back to vocal rest!

For the moment I'm happily in my chair with my foot up (with a feline to keep it warm), a fire in the fireplace and trying to decide whether I want to read the new book Crash got me (Mysticism in Judaism, Christianity and Islam -- by his Problem of God professor) or play with the new (chemistry) crayons the Boy gave me.

May your holiday be full of grace!

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1.  Aided no doubt by 3 days of vocal care — and full rest — and some good medicinal chemistry to subdue the asthma exacerbation the virus that stole my voice.