parlourmaid and underparlourmaid ready to serve dinner.1933
Yes, I'll be cooking. Meanwhile, my room is tricked out with so many lights, candles, and tinsel-draped icons that it could double for a minor grotto at Lourdes.
The pepper tree outside my window is dripping with festive pink berries.
The first camellias are in bloom.
The O antiphons are about to begin in Evening Prayer.
God came into the world as an exiled baby, a mentally ill person, a drunk.
Some of us--often the best of us--embody all three.