Sanstorm’s Advent 8
Behind door eight…. are relatives!
*no picture – insert own picture of relis*
Relatives are what makes Christmas. I am not saying what they make it, but they do. There’s an echo of the original Roman census when Quirinius was the governor of Syria and each went to his own home town. As usual I feel sorry for Mary being hauled to Bethlehem when I am sure she could least face travel.
The far-flung are reeled in for Christmas and everyone is counted in. Or they should be. I hope they are.
If there was a “each to his home town” census here, I wouldn’t have far to go. Like two miles or something.
I feel like watching “Planes, Trains and Automobiles” now…