“Christmas” by John Betjeman

A Christmas poem by someone who understood the link between the Incarnation and the Sacraments (note in particular how, for Betjeman, the Incarnation and the Real Presence are a “single truth”).

The final couplet puts this poem into a growing list (also including this and this) of poems that I have always loved, but that were (prior to my becoming a Lutheran) something of a guilty pleasure. Thrilling to be allowed to agree with this sort of thing at last!

Christmas

The bells of waiting Advent ring,
The Tortoise stove is lit again
And lamp-oil light across the night
Has caught the streaks of winter rain.
In many a stained-glass window sheen
From Crimson Lake to Hooker’s Green.

The holly in the windy hedge
And round the Manor House the yew
Will soon be stripped to deck the ledge,
The altar, font and arch and pew,
So that the villagers can say
“The church looks nice” on Christmas Day.

Provincial public houses blaze
And Corporation tramcars 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 marbled clouds go scudding by
The many-steepled London sky.

And girls in slacks remember Dad,
And oafish louts 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
Become 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 tie so kindly meant,

No love that in a family dwells,
No carolling in frosty air,
Nor all the steeple-shaking bells
Can with this single Truth compare –
That God was Man in Palestine
And lives to-day in Bread and Wine.

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12 Responses to “Christmas” by John Betjeman

  1. Devona says:

    I know what you mean about the “guilty pleasures” of thinking about the real presence in the bread and wine. I grew up RC, and what you learn as a kid becomes your natural understanding. So when I went modern evangelical as a teenager I always thought at communion, “This is the real thing, or at least it sure would be nice if it was. But it can’t be if Pastor X says it’s not.” I would never tell anyone that though.
    It’s definately nice, like you said, to be in agreement with this awesome reality. It certainly rests the conflict in my heart.

  2. Devona says:

    I know what you mean about the “guilty pleasures” of thinking about the real presence in the bread and wine. I grew up RC, and what you learn as a kid becomes your natural understanding. So when I went modern evangelical as a teenager I always thought at communion, “This is the real thing, or at least it sure would be nice if it was. But it can’t be if Pastor X says it’s not.” I would never tell anyone that though.
    It’s definately nice, like you said, to be in agreement with this awesome reality. It certainly rests the conflict in my heart.

  3. Devona says:

    I know what you mean about the “guilty pleasures” of thinking about the real presence in the bread and wine. I grew up RC, and what you learn as a kid becomes your natural understanding. So when I went modern evangelical as a teenager I always thought at communion, “This is the real thing, or at least it sure would be nice if it was. But it can’t be if Pastor X says it’s not.” I would never tell anyone that though.
    It’s definately nice, like you said, to be in agreement with this awesome reality. It certainly rests the conflict in my heart.

  4. Devona says:

    I know what you mean about the “guilty pleasures” of thinking about the real presence in the bread and wine. I grew up RC, and what you learn as a kid becomes your natural understanding. So when I went modern evangelical as a teenager I always thought at communion, “This is the real thing, or at least it sure would be nice if it was. But it can’t be if Pastor X says it’s not.” I would never tell anyone that though.
    It’s definately nice, like you said, to be in agreement with this awesome reality. It certainly rests the conflict in my heart.

  5. Twylah says:

    Mange tusen takk pa det poem, ja! Gledileg jul! πŸ˜‰

  6. Twylah says:

    Mange tusen takk pa det poem, ja! Gledileg jul! πŸ˜‰

  7. Twylah says:

    Mange tusen takk pa det poem, ja! Gledileg jul! πŸ˜‰

  8. Twylah says:

    Mange tusen takk pa det poem, ja! Gledileg jul! πŸ˜‰

  9. Mary says:

    Beautiful!
    Mary

  10. Mary says:

    Beautiful!
    Mary

  11. Mary says:

    Beautiful!
    Mary

  12. Mary says:

    Beautiful!
    Mary

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