December 29, 2003
Holy Innocents
Today, the Feast of the Holy Innocents, recalls a time when each year we had an open house at the rectory for college students home for the holidays. Most of them, I suspect, were oblivious either to the day and certainly to our sardonic motives.
Foolishness like that, however, has a way of coming home to roost.
We’ve an elderly neighbor around the corner. (Actually, she’s probably not much older than we, but we try to avoid that kind of language for ourselves as much as possible.) Yesterday, she brought by two catalogues she’d got in the mail and left them for me with CP, said she thought that if CP didn’t mind, I might enjoy them as a sort of holiday diversion.
The catalogues? The Christmas specials offered this year by Victoria’s Secret. Wholly innocent, I accepted them with grace.