Re: Your Christmas Messages 2013
The bells of waiting Advent ring,
The tortoise stove is lit again.
And lamp-oil light across the street
Has caught the streaks of winter rain
In many a stained-glass window sheen
From Crimson Lake to Hunter’s Green.
The holly in the windy hedge
And round the Manor House the yew
Will soon be stripped to deck the ledge
The alter, font and pew,
So that villagers can say
“The church looks nice” on Christmas Day.
Provincial public houses blaze,
And Corporation tram-cars clang.
On lighted tenements I gaze
Where paper decorations hang.
And bunting in the red Town Hall
Says “Merry Christmas to you all”
And London shops on Christmas Eve
Are strung with silver bells and flowers,
As hurrying clerks the City leave
To pigeon-haunted classic towers.
And marble clouds go scudding by
The many-steepled London sky.
And girls in slacks remember Dad
And oafish lads remember Mum,
And sleepless children’s hearts are glad.
And Christmas morning bells say “Come!”
Even to shining ones who dwell
Safe in the Dorchester Hotel.
And is it true? And is it true?
This most tremendous tale of all
Seen in a stained-glass window’s hue,
A Baby in an ox’s stall?
The Maker of the stars and sea
Became a Child on earth for me?
And is it true? For if it is,
No loving fingers tying strings
Around those tissued fripperies,
The sweet and silly Christmas things.
Bath salts and inexpensive scent,
And hideous ties so kindly meant.
No love that in a family dwells,
No carolling in the frosty air,
Nor all the steeple-shaking bells,
Can this simple Truth compare -
That God was Man in Palestine
And lives today in Bread and Wine.
John Betjeman
Happy Christmas everyone.