The Celtics 78 Years Of 1968 2024 Boston Celtics Thank You For The Memories T Shirt

The Celtics 78 Years Of 1968 2024 Boston Celtics Thank You For The Memories T Shirt

Christmas Eve Day tends to be pretty quiet. I can sleep in, pray the Office leisurely, make a The Celtics 78 Years Of 1968 2024 Boston Celtics Thank You For The Memories T Shirt hour around ten and the church will be silent. The ladies (and a few of their husbands) come into decorate the church around ten, usually signalling my retreat back to the rectory. Definitely have some Christmas music on, either TSO or a capella carols. Might take a break from the music and watch a movie. After a late lunch, the madness begins. I head over to the Church early and help the ushers set up overflow seating, making sure that they all know where anything that might have gotten moved is (I have memorable experiences of the hunt for the gifts at an overflow Mass). As the first people arrive, go to greet them. About half an hour before Mass, shift to making sure we have bodies for the various roles, particularly servers. After the insanity of the (~4:00) “children’s” Mass, the church empties out. If there is another Mass (typically ~7:00) it is much more sedate. Then a quick dinner and a nap, before the “Midnight” Mass (typically moved up to ~10:00).

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