'Come; see the oxen kneel'

O magnum mysterium et admirabile sacramentum,
ut animalia viderent Dominum natum,
jacentem in præsepio.
Beata virgo, cujus viscera meruerunt
portare Dominum Christum, Alleluia!

O great mystery and wondrous sacrament,
that animals should see the newborn Lord
lying in their manger.
Blessed is the Virgin whose womb was worthy
to bear the Lord Jesus Christ. Alleluia!

The Oxen

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

Happy Christmas!

Winter in the garden

I think that the garden is just as pretty in its frosted winter clothing as it is in the summer!

At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth;

But like of each thing that in season grows.

- William Shakespeare ('Love's Labour's Lost')

Countdown to Christmas

Haven't blogged much recently - been preoccupied with other things. So I've taken the easy way out and posted some photos!

Christmas at the Garden Centre:

Pots with Todd Crag in the background

Frosted plants

The entry to 'Winter Wonderland'

Poinsettias

Decorations

Here is John Betjeman's take on Christmas preparations:

And how, in fact, do we prepare

The great day that waits us there -

For the twenty-fifth day of December,
The birth of Christ? For some it means

An interchange of hunting scenes

On coloured cards, And I remember

Last year I sent out twenty yards,

Laid end to end, of Christmas cards

To people that I scarcely know -

They'd sent a card to me, and so

I had to send one back. Oh dear!

Is this a form of Christmas cheer?

Or is it, which is less surprising,

My pride gone in for advertising?

The only cards that really count

Are that extremely small amount

From real friends who keep in touch

And are not rich but love us much

Some ways indeed are very odd

By which we hail the birth of God.

We raise the price of things in shops,

We give plain boxes fancy tops

And lines which traders cannot sell

Thus parcell'd go extremely well

We dole out bribes we call a present

To those to whom we must be pleasant

For business reasons. Our defence is

These bribes are charged against expenses

And bring relief in Income Tax

Enough of these unworthy cracks!

'The time draws near the birth of Christ'.

A present that cannot be priced

Given two thousand years ago

Yet if God had not given so

He still would be a distant stranger

And not the Baby in the manger.

from 'Advent 1955'