{"id":10817,"date":"2014-12-21T06:17:57","date_gmt":"2014-12-21T06:17:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/archive.richardlittledale.co.uk\/?p=10817"},"modified":"2014-12-21T06:17:57","modified_gmt":"2014-12-21T06:17:57","slug":"a-carol-service-by-any-other-name","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/176.32.230.12\/richardlittledale.co.uk\/2014\/12\/21\/a-carol-service-by-any-other-name\/","title":{"rendered":"A carol service by any other name"},"content":{"rendered":"

Festively feckless<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Every year it happens.\u00a0 On the last Sunday evening before Christmas I stand there before a packed church, looking out at the expectant faces reflected in the candles’ glow. There are young and old, stranger and friend, neighbours and cousins and work colleagues and everyone in between. As I stand to welcome them, I draw a breath , and find myself incapable of formulating the triplet of words for which I am searching : ‘carols by candlelight’.<\/em> Over the years it has come out as:<\/p>\n