There's something magical about coming out of Midnight Mass into a churchyard muffled in thick snow, with the stars clear and bright above us, and the moon almost full (why couldn't it have been this clear for the eclipse?). Then going to a neighbour's house for good whisky* and home made Christmas cake finished off the evening perfectly.
I rolled home about 2am.
*Ardbeg from Islay.
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