Peeps,
I survived.
Christmas morning always begins when we get to the point in Mass where we sing
'yea Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning...'
That is when I know it is Christmas Day.
The roads were surprisingly quiet actually, even town seemed quiet, no one really worried me at all as I worked.
I have genuinely just got home, but that is the worry of working Christmas eve, going to Mass and getting home safely all done.
Bed time now, and seeing as I go to Mass, Santa has plenty of time to sneek in and leave presents for me, I have that get out Claus where I don't have to be asleep.
Happy Christmas!
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