Tomorrow morning it will be here, Christmas. Not long ago it seemed far away. Before we knew it, Christmas decorations began appearing in the stores and Santa was in the TV commercials. In an instant, Christmas trees appeared for sale and now, they're gone. It's Christmas eve.
Now is a time for recollection. It was a good year with those I know and love. And, tonight, the Bishop, a man who thousands know as "Father" and a man who has changed untold lives will celebrate a form of anniversary, because he hasn't always been the soft-spoken, kind person we know and love today. Years ago, on this very night, an old friend of his, long dead, returned and told him that at the first stroke of one he would be visited by three spirits...
You know the rest.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
