Carols, an incautious sermon from a novice priest preaching abstemiousness to a half-steaming congregation.
Choir boys up past bed time, maiden aunts and old soaks.
Those with little hope and no where to go.
United at a stroke just after midnight…
And if the church is high enough a censer may sweep past.
A vision in scent: you see a white building, it’s dark interior illuminated by the newborn.
We can all be like the boy here.
The Pefumed Dandy.