s the minister once began his, "The true meaning of Christmas" sermon, a loud raspberry rang out through the church! Once again the congregation all turned round to glance at Mr Finleyson, shake their heads and say "Shush"! The minister's face was like thunder as he glared at him. He felt like a naughty schoolboy just before the headmaster rapped your knuckles with his ruler! It did not help the minister's temper when the same children and young folk once again burst out laughing and were practically rolling in the aisles! Mr Finleyson did not know where to look and squirmed in his seat. He gave Martha a disapproving look and whispered to her, "Please be quiet. You are going to land me in big trouble"! Martha turned to look at him with mischief in her little black beady eyes and stuck out her tongue at him and let rip a loud raspberry again! She then began swaying from side to side, which meant she was enjoying what she was doing! He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him! It was now 12:15 a.m. and the minister was yet to begin his sermon! Martha then began hissing and blowing raspberries intermittently. There were loud murmurs mixed with fits of laughter throughout the congregation. The minister looked as if he were going to burst! His face was bright red and contorted with rage. He glared at Mr Finleyson. The only other thing Mr Finleyson could think of was to pull the front of Martha's bonnet down over her eyes so she would go to sleep. It seemed to work! It was now 12:30 as the minister once again began his carefully prepared and boring sermon. "The true meaning of Christmas". He began by telling the congregation how Christmas came about with the birth of the baby Jesus in the stable in a manger. He was in full flow about the baby Jesus, Mary and Joseph and the three wise men, when a loud hiss, followed by a loud raspberry rang out and seemed to reverberate around the church for hours before Martha continued her torrent of rude and abusive gestures of hissing and blowing raspberries! This was the final straw for the minister. He could take no more. It was now 1:00 a.m. and most of the congregation were now asleep, with the elderly snoring loudly! The minister pointed to Mr Finleyson from the pulpit and shouted angrily at him with such rage in his voice that he was stuttering and spitting all over the front row, who were asleep and did not notice. He said, "Oliver, in my office right now"!!