Have a good Christmas

However you do your Christmas day have a good one.


  1. Ray

     /  December 25, 2018

    And the same to you PG
    Beautiful summer morning here in Central.

  2. Griff.

     /  December 25, 2018

    Merry Christmas.
    You all have an awesome one for me.
    Enjoy your family’s, the food and the kids delight.
    I have a bad cold and are to sick to bother.

    • Alan Wilkinson

       /  December 25, 2018

      Hope it clears as fast as the weather, Griff. All the best.

  3. Gezza

     /  December 25, 2018

    Raining in North Welly

    Today’s Forecast
    Rain and southerlies.

    Doesn’t matter. Warmest wishes all. Happy Holidays (says my card from the neph in Germantown, Maryland, USA 😀 )

    • Alan Wilkinson

       /  December 25, 2018

      Had a thunderous downpour last night but looking pretty good this morning. Friends and family gathering next door for Xmas lunch. Spuds peeled and salads made. All the best to everyone.

  4. Gezza

     /  December 25, 2018

    Stevie does it beautifully

  5. PDB

     /  December 25, 2018

    All the best for Christmas to PG & all the regulars on here – sunny start in the Waikato against all predictions so hopefully it holds.

    • PDB

       /  December 25, 2018

      • Kitty Catkin

         /  December 25, 2018

        Yes, that was a nice surprise, but it hasn’t held. It’s just started peeing down. (1.35)

        Fido and I are alone again this Christmas, so it just feels like an ordinary day.

  6. Blazer

     /  December 25, 2018

  7. Kitty Catkin

     /  December 25, 2018

    Eddi, priest of St Wilfred,
    At the chapel of Manhood End,
    Ordered a midnight service
    For such as cared to attend.

    But the Saxons were keeping Christmas,
    And the night was stormy as well,
    And nobody came to the service,
    Though Eddi tolled the bell.

    ‘Wicked weather for walking.’
    Said Eddi of Manhood End,
    ‘But I must go on with the service,
    For such as care to attend.’

    The altar candles were lighted,
    An old marsh donkey came.
    Bold as a guest invited,
    And stared at the guttering flame.

    The storm beat on at the windows,
    The water splashed on the floor.
    And a wet, yoke-weary bullock
    Pressed in through the open door.

    ‘How do I know what is greatest ?
    How do I know what is least ?
    That is my Father’s business.’
    Said Eddi, Wilfred’s priest.

    ‘But three are gathered together,
    Listen to me and attend.
    I bring good news, my brethren.’
    Said Eddi of Manhood end.

    And he told the Ox of a Manger,
    And a Stall in Bethlehem,
    And he told the Ass of a Rider
    That rode to Jerusalem.

    They dripped and steamed in the chancel,
    They listened and never stirred,
    While, just as if they were bishops,
    Eddi preached them the word.

    Then the gale blew away on the marshes,
    And the windows showed the day,
    And the ox and the ass together
    Clattered and wheeled away.

    And when the Saxons mocked him,
    Said Eddi of Manhood End,
    ‘I dare not shut his chapel
    On such as care to attend.’


    I have known that by heart for years; I always loved it when my mother read it. It’s beautifully easy to remember.

  8. Patzcuaro

     /  December 25, 2018
  9. Patzcuaro

     /  December 25, 2018
  10. Patzcuaro

     /  December 25, 2018