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A recent report by mum, dad and the uncles and aunties has found that it’s just an hour out of your day.
Short of the blackmail tactics of yesteryear that saw people literally being threatened with ultimatum of missing out on presents if they couldn’t get out of bed in time for the 9pm service, the guilt-trip appears to be working just as effectively.
With hoards of hungover cousins making their way into the musty small town church to listen to possibly the boringest old prick in town make references to niche bible passages as though half of the congregation knows what the hell he’s talking about.
Aside from the very noticeable lack of charisma, once-a-year churchgoers says they are also astounded at the lack of marketing being put forward by the old priest.
“Jeez, it’s almost like he’s not even trying to win us over” says one cousin.
“You think he’d put on a better show than this on his busiest day of the year”
As the service drags now well over the 60 minute mark, it has also become quite apparent that the priest has chosen possibly the most mundane hymns possible, despite having a quite obviously homosexual teenage maestro on-hand to play some funky tunes on the organ.
