Okay, in my family, it's like this tradition where we go to my mom's old Lutheran church in Lansdowne, where she grew up, for Christmas Eve Mass and then, after the service, we go to her Godmother's house before going home. So... guess where Darkspot's going to be tomorrow night! *crawls into corner and whimpers* help mee... help meeeee...
The services for the past 2 years have been really fucking weird, though.
2 years ago, the reverend dude had some serious anger problems.
"Some people think Christmas is about good food... CHRISTMAS IS NOT ABOUT GOOD FOOD! Some people say that Christmas is about presents... CHRISTMAS IS NOT ABOUT PRESENTS! Some people say that Christmas is about children... CHIRSTMAS IS NOT ABOUT CHILDREN! CHRISTMAS IS NOT ABOUT GOOD FOOD OR PRESENTS OR CHILDREN! CHRISTMAS IS ABOUT THE BIRTH OF JESUS!" That guy seriously scared me, but no one else seemed to be bothered by him
Last year, I spent the first 10 or so minutes of the service in the church basement because I "got lost while looking for the bathroom." But I don't think I missed much, because when I got back into the... uhh... main church-room-place thing... there was this woman reading the fable of why donkies have long ears, and then that led into the donkey's role in getting Mary and Joseph to Bethlehem for the birth of Jesus... and then she went off telling us this story about how her grandmother had this uncanny ability to guess what a present was by shaking the box. So, one year, she and her brother put their present to her in a small box, then put that box in a bigger box with rocks and bricks (?!?!) and let their grandmother guess that it was...
I forget how exactly that story truned out, but it led into her sermon about how "Mary wrapped her firstborn son in swadling cloth"... and something about "unwrapping the gift of the baby Jesus..."
So, I can only guess what bullshit I'm going to have to endure tomorrow night... but I'll be able to fill my ears with the sounds of Immolation and Slayer and Vader on the ride home, thanks to finally getting new headphones for my CD player, so... all will be well.
The services for the past 2 years have been really fucking weird, though.
2 years ago, the reverend dude had some serious anger problems.
"Some people think Christmas is about good food... CHRISTMAS IS NOT ABOUT GOOD FOOD! Some people say that Christmas is about presents... CHRISTMAS IS NOT ABOUT PRESENTS! Some people say that Christmas is about children... CHIRSTMAS IS NOT ABOUT CHILDREN! CHRISTMAS IS NOT ABOUT GOOD FOOD OR PRESENTS OR CHILDREN! CHRISTMAS IS ABOUT THE BIRTH OF JESUS!" That guy seriously scared me, but no one else seemed to be bothered by him
Last year, I spent the first 10 or so minutes of the service in the church basement because I "got lost while looking for the bathroom." But I don't think I missed much, because when I got back into the... uhh... main church-room-place thing... there was this woman reading the fable of why donkies have long ears, and then that led into the donkey's role in getting Mary and Joseph to Bethlehem for the birth of Jesus... and then she went off telling us this story about how her grandmother had this uncanny ability to guess what a present was by shaking the box. So, one year, she and her brother put their present to her in a small box, then put that box in a bigger box with rocks and bricks (?!?!) and let their grandmother guess that it was...
I forget how exactly that story truned out, but it led into her sermon about how "Mary wrapped her firstborn son in swadling cloth"... and something about "unwrapping the gift of the baby Jesus..."
So, I can only guess what bullshit I'm going to have to endure tomorrow night... but I'll be able to fill my ears with the sounds of Immolation and Slayer and Vader on the ride home, thanks to finally getting new headphones for my CD player, so... all will be well.