Thursday, December 24, 2020

December 24 2020: Midnight

And then at midnight, the priest comes out from behind the screen, and whispers to the person standing there; who passes the news on in a whisper, which spreads like flame in dry grass, like ripples across water, through the expectant crowd:

"Christ is born.

Christ is born.

Christ is born."







Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
"Now they are all on their knees,"
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.

We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.

So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
"Come; see the oxen kneel

"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,"
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.

--Thomas Hardy

1 comment:

  1. I think I'll try sowing those balasam fir seeds I forgot I'd put into cold storage last year. Hopefully they'll think it's just been a really long winter.

    I hope everyone has a good Christmas and that 2021 is better.

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