When I think of Christmas as a child I remember walks to the church for midnight mass in the frosty air, holding my father's hand. Inside the church the smell of incense and candles was as familiar to me as my mother's perfume. The Latin service the carols, the rustle of vestments, gave me a feeling of security I've never felt since.
Unbelievable What I've Just Read
Good Morning Monday 10th August 2026
Unbearable grief compounded by our adult children’s reactions




