27/12/2005
- Lully Lulla, thou little tiny child
- By by lully lullay
- O Sisters too, how may we do
- For to preserve this day
- This poor youngling, for whom we do sing
- By by lully lullay?
- Herod the King, in his raging
- Charged he hath this day
- His men of might, in his own sight
- All young children to slay.
- That woe is me, poor child, for thee
- And ever morn and day
- For thy parting, neither say nor sing
- By by lully lullay.
- Lully Lulla, thou little tiny child
- By by lully lullay
...Happy Christmas
17/12/2005
Once again I must apologise for my appalling record on keeping you up to date. Perhaps I'll feel more motivated to write frequently if I've got comments coming in (this is another trail to the new site - I've got to stop building hopes too much...
Well it's definitely the "Christmas season" by now - my birthday has come and gone, the usual watershed before I allow people to start talking Christmas, we've even broken up from school by now. But I don't feel ready yet - it may partly be that it seems far too bright outside, and that I haven't yet read "The Dark is Rising" (a key and crucial part of my Christmas, about which I hope I'll have something worthwhile to write later). Maybe it's slightly to do with my ever more reduced Church attendance, though I doubt it - on reflection I'm not convinced that at this stage last year I'd gone any more.
<fx - time passes>
Having just returned from getting a Christmas tree, there was a definite hint of something there, but I'm not feeling that much closer to ready. I really hope this isn't the onset of some horrible aspect of adulthood, which stops me from enjoying Christmas properly. If it is I shall be most dissappointed in myself. I think I'd best be off to read Susan Cooper's masterpiece - I hope I'm not back too soon ;-)