"Well, naughty time is arriving in a couple of weeks. Am sure all the ladies are prepared for the decency treatment, and for some the only time a man gives you time seated on a seat waiting for his christmas meal? YUP, I LOVE YOU BABE.. OH THE BEER?" 

 

Dear Ladies Of the Day { and Night),

 

I think by now most of my audience would know my mum and i were a good family. After she died, and seeing how she was not a full part of the Church community I thought of sharing my experiences with one Christmas during time of grief where was always on my own without a invitation.

 

A evening Mass [ as had to sell my car ] I had to ride at least for over an hour and a half to get to the Church that mum and i used to share our faith together where I was a Cantor. It may have been in 2013.

 

Being a Minister Of Communion, I had to return to my home where it lead me to ride my bicycle on a dark highway 'frightened' and to support the church I thought to attend the next morning to be the Cantor. Two Merry Christmas's came to me from the popular men in the Church as I tried to exit without anyone knowing as my mind was blank still with only over a year since my mum went to heaven. Neither of the two men knew I had to ride my bicycle.

 

With only a few hours sleep  I set of the next morning to be the Cantor, in the dark. Tired I thought be a good time to realise Christmas this time as return trip will see me in daylight. 

 

No organist or other singers were there, and I am the only Cantor during Church Prayers to lead the congregation and only Cantor to chant the hymns. 

 

EVERYONE left.

 

I rode home on my own.

 

For the prostitutes out there whom think you are not love like an invitation from Mary the Mother and Joseph, I can tell you that a church does not guarantee you anything but 'leaving'. I'll say " I love you, and if you feel uninvted, I hope this letter will make it better and believe you are more of love than church people whom ignore you.".