School nativity plays have changed a bit since I was wrapping authentic shepherds-wear tea-towels round my head three decades ago... my daughter's nativity play this year involved junior aliens raving to the Prodigy, not to mention a verse of Queen's 'Don't stop me now' (fortunately not the one involving sex machines).
And our annual scratch carol-singing at work the following day, picturesquely located in a 17th-century royal Great Hall with black-and-white marble flooring, apparently featured ghostly guest singers. The lady who leads our carol-singing, which I accompany somewhat frantically on guitar, told me afterwards she'd invited the house ghosts along to listen and was sure she'd heard one of them joining in.
What a great way to start Christmas.
