There's a very apt Australian poem called "McGuinnis McGee" (can't remember who wrote it, I'll have to go look it up later) about a traveling priest who arrived at an outback town to catch up on all the marriages and christenings. His round of towns took quite some time and he hadn't been to this particular town in about 6 years. One youngster, family name McGee, heard about this christening thing and guessed it might be a bit branding. He'd seen cattle branded and wasn't going to have a bit of it. He took to his heels and finally hid up a log. The priest tried his best to get the youngster out without any luck, so finally chucked a bottle of McGuinnis whiskey up the log and cried out something like..." take your luck with 'McGuinnis' McGee." (try tracing this on the IGI)
This little story just illustrates that marriages and christenings sometimes took place when it was convenient more than when it was propper.
Cheers,
Leonie.