We’re getting close, dear readers, very close to the feast of the Nativity.
The poet John Betjeman saw plenty of that Christmas that isn’t Christmas, and the waiting that isn’t waiting, of the sort that has nothing to do with Jesus, or with the poor, the lonely, the sick, the imprisoned, the sinner trying to repent, the dying man trying to make his peace…
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