A single man 8217 s Christmas takes an unforeseen and very welcome turn
It’s quarter to one on Christmas morning. The midnight service has finished, and the entire village has gone back home to drink or sleep away the hours until daybreak. In the church there’s just me, tidying hymnbooks and setting the chairs and music stands ready for morning service. I’m not particularly religious; I sing in the choir, and I live almost next door to the church. And I’m strong and healthy, so I’m the obvious choice for church caretaker. Oh, and...