December 2010
11 posts
every year, at this time, my family goes to a carol service at the big cathedral in the centre of town, this big traditional service with a stilted choir and trumpets and the same readings year after year, the same awkward words, and there are the traditions that we partake in, my dad sneaking mints out of his pockets, singing his falsetto during the ‘ladies only’ parts, the jingle of...
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