On this, the twelfth and last day of Christmas, a reflection, which I first came across on Christmas Eve at the St Mary’s carol service where after the final joyous chorus of O Come All Ye Faithful it was read from high up in the pulpit by one of the smallest of our small choristers.
When the song of the angels is stilled,
when the star in the sky is gone,
when the kings and princes are home,
when the shepherds are back with the flocks,
then the work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the oppressed,
To rebuild nations,
To bring peace among all people
To make music with the heart.
And to radiate the light of Christ,
every day, every way, in all that we do and say.
Then the work of Christmas begins.