Paradoxically, although I don’t get involved with the religious side of Christmas there are aspects of the season that I find particularly wonderful. It’s not so much the ‘peace on Earth, goodwill to all men’ bit, I try to live like that all year, it’s the music. I could ramble on for ages, but for me the epitome of Christmas is the sound of a cathedral choir singing one of the old favourites. Hark The Herald Angels Sing, the congregation filling the cathedral with a sound like rolling thunder, then the ineffable purity of a soaring treble descant rises through the air and echoes between the ancient rafters. It literally brings tears to my eyes. So beautiful… How is it that something so pure can exist in this sad world?
PS: Sorry I didn’t mention diabetes @Tim… 