First Lines

The season of goodwill has finally got to me. When I woke in the early hours, the radio was playing what seemed like non-stop Christmas carols. Before I could go back to sleep the titles began to arrange themselves into stories. I heard: hark the herald angels sing 'silent night, holy night', while shepherds watched their flocks by night once in Royal David's city, away in a manger. Followed by: O, little town of Bethlehem, in the deep midwinter on Christmas night all Christians sing, 'O Come All Ye Faithful'. Thankfully, I fell asleep before it got any worse.

Have a great Christmas!