The one perk you get from being the Church web-editor is that the Carol Choir (who have been singing round the streets of Beeston each Christmas since before the telephone was invented) come to perform under my lamp-post in my street.
So I took them out some figgy-pudding, so to speak, and off they went, but not before singing one of their classic numbers.
[Apologies for the poor picture quality: the photo-reporters have all gone off for Christmas.]
