My growing up years in the 1960s and 1970s on Christmas Eve morning, as I now look back were really special. It is now that I realise they were special years. My sister, brothers, parents and I were together – that has to account for the meaning “Special“. We were making sure our new clothes would be perfect for Christmas eve midnight mass, ensuring that the presents under the tree were just right, meaning that we were getting presents 😁, mum was busy in the kitchen frantically cooking a feast that could (and did) feed the whole neighbourhood and dad was always busy tinseling the whole house with tinsels (it was very popular back then).

Today, things have become modern. However, the sparkle of love at Christmas is as radiant as ever.

Hark! Now, hear the angels sing, “A new King is about to be born today!”

Merry Christmas Eve to one and all.