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Spiced plum goodness

1.75 liters of spirits. Four macerated plums. Two cinnamon sticks.

The Christmas gifts are starting to come into focus.

Give this two months, and some yummy goodness will be shared with others.

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Hong Kong — Christmas

Well, it’s still Christmas here.

(Actually, Christmastide extends through January 5, the twelfth day, and end with a watch service for The Feast of the Epiphany on January 6.)

In popular culture, Christmas is over.

Not in Hong Kong.

Stores are still displaying Christmas decorations.  Western Christmas music continues to play from from tinny speakers in dim sum storefronts, from the over-amped sound system in the mall, in lobbies and in stores.

I’ve watched a slow transformation of point-of-purchase hawking from Christmas to Chinese New Year (January 28, 2017, based on the lunar calendar).

But Christmas is still here.


Photos (taken whilst walking, so please forgive the angles and blurs) from MOKO mall, adjacent to my hotel:

Sunday

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Today’s bow tie and cardigan combo, the cardigan a Scotland purchase this summer!

Holy Eucharist for the First Sunday of Christmas was a delight this morning.  I’m so glad to have heard the Harold Darke “In the bleak midwinter” live this Christmastide.

And as a bonus, Horst Buchholz was in attendance at Christ Church Cathedral this morning.  We sat together, sang together, prayed together, snickered together a couple of times, and then had coffee together on Washington Avenue after the service.

I lunched on some of the yummy chicken and noodles I made on Friday evening, along with some corn and some of my homemade pickles.

And I finally put away my clothes from the trip home.

Next up: a recital at St. Joan of Arc parish on South Hampton, where I will hear my 2013 Christmas carol sung in public for the first time.  And then I shall put away Christmas for this year, save for some CDs that need a listen in the next week before Epiphany.  The tree is going away, though; I’m ready for my living room to be home again.

Shopping needs, either today or Tuesday: a couple of cookie sheets, a new 9×13 pan, a manual sweeper for the few rugs I have.  And a Costco run for meds and necessities like Cheddar cheese, mustard, spirits, and fresh fruit.

Carolers

From down the street, this noisy racket rang out, and then I heard singing.  I bundled up and went outdoors, taking Samson along, to find a bunch of Saint Louis University High kids, along with some of their girlfriends, caroling down the street.  I recognized some of the guys from working with the choir there.

My choice from them was “Feliz Navidad,” complete with maracas and dancing.  They kicked in “Auld Lang Syne” for good measure.

A chilly Sunday night is now warmer.  And I’m a bit misty-eyed.

Lessons & Carols

Christmas Lessons & Carols tonight . . . the Church of Saint Michael and Saint George in Clayton . . . a full house, and very participatory . . . and unaccompanied anthems all the way.  The organ only sang for the carols, the prelude and the amazing postlude.

Hymn 102: Once in Royal David’s City
Parry: Welcome Yule!
Lloyd: Adam our Father
Ireland: Nowell, Nowell
Hymn 78: O little town of Bethlehem
Traditional: Riu, Riu, Chiu
Gibbs: Salutation Carol
Tavener: Hymn for the Mother of God
Traditional, arr. Walford Davies: The holly and the Ivy
Chilcott: The Shepherd’s Carol
Goss: See amid the winter’s snow
Friedell: Saw you never in the twilight
Hymn 83: O come, all ye faithful
Carter: The Oxen
Hymn 87: Hark, the herald angels sing

I was delighted that my own setting of Thomas Hardy’s The Oxen was included in the service, and that the choir sang it to perfect beauty.

And with this service, four services in 30 hours comes to a close.

The tree

The holiday season has arrived at Chez Carter.  Samson’s ornament is on the tree.  Also on the tree are numerous ornaments created by mother, one painted by Aunt Esther many years ago, mementos of shows and casts, ornaments purchased on my various trips around the world, and gifts from students and friends over nearly 30 years of adult life.  This tree is filled with memories as well as life.  (But the tree itself, of course, is a pre-lit factory creation, most likely made in a shop in China.)