Imagine my surprise when I finally received a letter last week from the Vatican with my ticket to attend Christmas Eve Mass at St. Peter's Basilica in Rome with the Pope. Of course, this may actually mean spending Christmas Eve with the masses in St. Peter's Square.
You see, I had written to the Vatican last summer on a whim, requesting a ticket to attend Christmas Eve Mass -- apparently, they're quite the hot ticket to nab. The response (which only took 3 months) gave me instructions on how to pick up my tickets from the Vatican offices on Dec. 24, but also warned that seating inside the basilica is somewhat limited so there's no guarantee I'll actually get inside.
Am I being a cranky Catholic? Do I really want to spend several hours standing around the very beautiful, but likely very chilly square?
I wonder what the odds are that I could actually get inside? Will I have to queue up at 4 p.m. for 10 p.m. Mass? That could be a loooong evening.
On the other hand, I have no other plans for Christmas. Except lounging around my apartment eating cheese and drinking prosecco.
That sounds positively unCanadian, doesn't it? Fretting about weather that will be hovering around zero!! Perhaps I should show my colours -- arrive wearing a beaver-skin hat, waving the Canadian flag, and drinking rye from a flask. Well, perhaps prosecco.