I was stacking some green grapes with Blake Victoria when he asked me, oh yeah so what are you doing for Christmas, Livi? I said oh the usual, I'll be at my Mom and Dad's in the city, we'll have a service at 10 at their church, and then Christmas lunch after. He said oh yeah, I went to church on Easter, might go again at Christmas next year. Do your parents pull you along on the Sunday you're there? I said no, I go to church every Sunday here. He said oh, fair enough, and then we went on stacking.

I like little opening conversations like this, they're pretty grape. Yeah, I guess most people do just go to church for like Easter and things. God please more conversations like this. Yeah, I still remember going on with Christmas traditions when I was little, and then one day it suddenly dawned on me why we were doing all these things. Like I had kept singing all the carols and playing Mary in the Christmas plays and helping put lights around the nativity scene. I do remember we couldn't find straw in the shops that year, so Dad, still in his Joseph costume, got some lawnmower clippings. The manger smelt freshly cut. Anyhow, one Christmas when I was sitting by the Christmas tree everything suddenly clicked. That was the electricity board getting fried. Then, while Dad was checking the mains, O Holy Night came into my head, and that was the day I was saved.

O holy night! the stars are brightly shining!
it is the night of our dear savior's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
'til he appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope! The weary world rejoices
for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born.
O night, O holy night! O night divine!

- Livi.