‘Twas the days after Christmas, and everyone was packed, stuffed, and slumbered – no more ribbons, no more bows, no more hurrying to hang the stockings and the mistletoes. It is the week of Christmas-tide where everyone seems to forget the day, the time, and the hour until New Year’s Eve. We’ve been to Christmas services, and this year probably two. We’ve listened to the story of Jesus’ birth, and…
