Yep, every year.
Our village primary school was somehow linked to the CofE church. One Monday at the end of every November we’d be given a paper envelope to take home which parents were expected to put a quid or two in. We were then expected to be in church that Sunday where we’d be given a Christingle. This was the only expected attendance in church for the whole year, which is phenomenally odd in retrospect.
But… there’d be a really nice moment when all the children lined up down the aisle of the church with their lit candles, the lights would be turned off, and the children would sing Away In A Manger. Stood in a dusty old church lit just by candlelight with kids singing is a properly Christmassy memory.
Fuck, this sounds well posh. Disclaimer: most of us were council house kids.