Merry Christmas Eve

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I hope you all are somewhere safe and warm.  If you can't be, I'll say a prayer for success and God speed to see you safely home or to God's realm.  It can definitely get cold out there quickly, even on the hottest days.  I hope the rest of you appreciate the sacrifices that must continue, divinely and mundanely, on a daily basis.  Amen.

Nothing fancy planned for a meal.  I can't eat anyway.  Perhaps a hot coco, with my improvisations.  Maybe buttery garlic mushrooms, I think I could do that.  If the candles and candelabra were delivered, I will set them up with the bible in an area set aside for reading.  An hour, set aside, two to three times a day, for reading, contemplation, and prayer.  The trick is my odd schedule and sometimes shortened or lengthened days.  I'll do my best.

Oh, to research the twelve days of Christmas, perhaps for specific citations, prayers, or such yet tonight.  The song, based on it, is actually a symbolic Catholic mini catechism, from when Catholicism was outlawed under pain of death in England... or so I have heard.  I would like to find out if that is actually true, and what the symbolisms all mean.  An historical research project, during it's occasion, possibly following it's nature?  All good.

Have a blessed eve and a holy day to follow.  Amen I say to you, and again, so be it.