The Crescat … or why I am not sold on midnight mass.
Because there is something inherently wrong about going to mass after the annual family Christmas party; which you have to be inebriated to survive, then sitting in a packed pew with kids passed out on top of you, after wards driving home at 2am, followed by playing Santa for the next two hours only to be woken up one hour later by your exuberant son at the crack of dawn.
There is a reason why my requests for firearms as a Christmas present are ignored every year.
