Silent night

Be early, they say.  Play them in with carols.  Hark the Herald.  Being the eager brass players we are, we comply.  My instrument is slung over my shoulder, my glittering Santa hat slants zappily as I climb the stairs to the hall.  Familiar stairs, familiar hall, familiar people.  They nod, and smile, complacent in theContinue reading “Silent night”

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