From a patrimonial poet.

As I wax nostalgic about Advents and Christmases past, these lines of Sir John Betjeman’s bring me back to the far greater reality:

“No love that in a family dwells,
No caroling in frosty air,
Nor all the steeple-shaking bells
Can with this single Truth compare—
That God was Man in Palestine
And lives today in Bread and Wine.”

“Christmas”

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