|My first ever Christmas wreath!|
But isn't that the point of Christmas? It's all the traditions we love - advent calendars, roast turkey, log fires and everything that harks back to our own childhoods... I was at my daughter's carol concert last week lapping up the traditional carols, but feeling quite discombobulated when the choir sang In the Bleak Midwinter to a tune I didn't recognise. What I wanted was for the music to teleport me back to my own schooldays and the fizzing sense of excitement I felt on the brink of the Christmas holidays. Not some fancy choral piece, thanks very much.
But then it struck me. The carol service was being conducted by a woman, my daughter's school chaplain. When I was at school, all our chaplains were men. It was only as I was leaving in 1992 that I discovered my English teacher - a Miss Wood - was seeking to be ordained. We were on the cusp of change and she must have been among the first wave of female priests to enter the Church of England.
So in this era of #MeToo, amid renewed efforts to bust gender disparities across the board, I try to remember that traditions are comforting, but innovation also has its place. And, in that spirit, I'll try to conjure up something new for Christmas this year. Perhaps I'll ditch the turkey in favour of beans on toast... Let's see how that goes down.
Merry Christmas everyone! 🎄 And, thank you so much for reading my blog. Your support means so much. See you in 2019! 🥂