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Forgive us our Christmases as we forgive those who Christmas against us

Today, my father's Boxing Day prayer finally makes sense to me

13 December 2014

9:00 AM

13 December 2014

9:00 AM

After lunch on Christmas Day my father always stood at the sink in his apron and yellow Marigolds and did the washing-up. Rolling up his shirtsleeves the gentleman’s way, as he claimed it was, with two turns maximum to just below the elbow, he couldn’t wait to get started. I can see him now, paper hat, suds up his arms.

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