Baby Jesus can crawl, the lamb wore sheep-skin slippers, the kings were down to two and Joseph was absent! St Mark's cutely ramshackle nativity had everyone chucking once more. We love it there.
Under the stars the night before we gazed up as 200 Richmonders did the Nativity in splendour on the ramparts of the Carillon. Angels sprung up on queue, wobbling a little and in the stillness a lone voice sang out - it was breath catching, though I've forgotten which carol it was...
