It is good to sit in front of the first winter fire in Memphis on Christmas afternoon and relax. Christmas Eve is a lot of fun with crowds of children and the excitement at 4:30 Eucharist — the homily with sixty kids sitting around me on the steps is a bit like driving without brakes in that you never know where you may wind  up but we arrived with no heresy, some laughter and a bit of joy!  Midnight Mass was smells and bells, brass and choirs followed by kilted men and ladies in festive attire in the library for a wee dram of scotch in honor of the wee one.  In bed by two am.  Not bad.