Libera nos a mallows....

and double fudge brownies, chocolate covered cashews, cake, lots of cake. This is a dangerous time of year as loads of goodies descend upon the rectory. Self-control is in high demand. Or perhaps we could just post signs that say, “PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE HELP!”
...and treacly music.

The saccharin Little Drummer Boy is one of my least favorite Christmas songs. But I did hear a listenable version by Michael McDermott on the radio early this morning.