I was raised in an Anglican family who belonged to the Church of England for centuries. We observed Christmastide as 12 days (Dec. 25 to Jan. 5), and I always went to church on Christmas Eve as well as the Twelfth Night. I liked the beautiful churches / cathedrals, the hymns and the solace. It was almost like meditation for me as I didn't understand the sermons beyond "be a nice person" (which is all that matters, regardless). I haven't participated in years, other than an occasional Christmas Eve mass if my brother or mother request company.
I like to believe in the possibility of anything / everything spiritual or supernatural, but I'm humble enough to admit that no one knows the truth. I love the idea that there could be magic in the universe, just as I virtually worshipped Santa Claus as "magic" as a child. Who knows. I would never argue, either, and I find all world religions quite interesting as historical anthropology.
Do you wear slippers when your feet are cold?
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I never give you my number, I only give you my situation.
Beatles