Please don't scorn me; the Masses are done even though it's not yet Midnight, and Felix Navidad floats on the air in that Mexican way as fireworks boom out across the stratosphere like the guns on Ostfront. It's all good, worship Christ our newborn King, and that's exactly what we did tonight.
I won't preach, but here's Farrer with sublime wisdom:
WHEN Mary laid Jesus Christ upon her knees, when she searched him with her eyes, when she fed him at the breast, she did not study to love him because she ought, she loved him because he was dear: he was her Son. His conception had been supernatural, perplexing, affrighting; it had called for faith in the incomprehensible, and obedience beyond the limit of human power. His nativity was human and sweet, and the love with which she embraced it was a natural growth, inseparable from the thing she loved. She was blessed above all creatures, because she loved her Maker inevitably and by simple nature; even though it needed the sword—wounds of the Passion to teach her fully that it was her Maker whom she loved. The Son of Mary is the Son of all human kind; we embrace him with the love of our kind, that we may be led up with Mary to a love beyond kind, a selfless love for the supreme Goodness, when we too shall have climbed the ladder of the cross.
Have a very Merry Christmas, punters.
God Bless,
LSP
