Monday, December 19, 2011
3 cribs. 1300 posts.
A village ritual .The mayor, his wife, and three ladies from the Beautiful Byeways committee spend Sunday morning setting up the nativity scene in the village church . They then lock the doors and go. The church will now remain silent, unvisited and firmly closed until January 6th . Then the crib will be dismantled and put away for the coming year. Angus thinks this is decidedly spooky . Stepford Wives meets France Profonde. '' The font " thinks setting up a crib in an empty church is no odder than having a cleaning lady who regularly sees aliens in her orchard.
We set up our own crib on the half landing . This crib , long term readers may remember, profers an unusual take on the Christmas story . All the usual characters are there . Shepherds, wise men, baby Jesus , scary angels etc. However Joseph is absent . He's been written out of our version to be replaced by a stern looking older lady with folded arms .
The supermarket also has a crib. In fact it has two. One in the car park and another inside the atrium. The car park crib is graced by a slightly tippled Father Christmas who spends much of his morning trying to entice single, female shoppers into his horse drawn sleigh. Occasionally, some innocent succumbs and off they go clip clopping across the parking lot, sleigh bells jingling, the horses artificial antlers waving in the wind . '' Has Father Christmas got a present for you ! " followed by shrieks of laughter.
Vaclav Havel the former Czech President dies. We met him in Prague in the '80's. The same time we bought the crib . A brave determined man who lived by the motto " Speak the truth, even if your voice shakes ".
Our 1300th dog post this morning . Who would have believed it ? Maybe it is a season for miracles .