Since we have moved to a small village, each year the people gather at a church built in 1850 to sing Christmas carols. I cherish every moment. At first there were only a handful of people, and my awful voice was embarrassing, but this afternoon every pew was full and it was a joyous day as the church rocked with the volume which could hide my voice. I felt like a kid again. The person who organizes this is a retired Navy Chaplin who is a wonderful person and it is a non denominational celebration of Christmas. I feel sometimes like I am the luckiest man in the world. Dying is not bad at all, but the living is certainly a celebration.....and today I celebrated Christmas and the songs of my youth.
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