BBC Radio Leicester Thought for the Day

© John Denney 2 december 2005



SFX[1]           PEN AND PAPER.

(Hums)  There.  That’s Uncle Jim and Auntie Meg.  That’s



(Sighs)  Only sixty eight cards to go.  The list seems to get longer each year.


Who on earth are Norman and Norma in Nanpantan?  I’ve never been to Nanpantan.

(Calls out)  Who are Norman and Norma?  From Nanpantan.

(Inaudible reply).

No.  Norman and Norma.

(Inaudible reply).

Oh.  That Norman and Norma.

SFX            PEN AND PAPER

(Musing) I wonder what they did in the olden days.  The shepherds wouldn’t have brought a “Beautiful Baby Boy” card to Mary and Joseph, in that snug stable.  And I bet the wise men didn’t even wrap their gold and frankincense and myrrh.  It’s only women that can wrap presents up nicely.  Unless the wise men brought their wives with them, of course.  Then, a sheet or two of papyrus in pretty colours and a bit of wool to tie it up, and there you are, a present fit for a king.  Which it was, of course.


I wonder what they wrote on the gift tag.  (Country accent) “Welcome to your world, Jesus, with love from Mr and Mrs Caspar, Mr and Mrs Melchior and Mr and Mrs Balthazar and all the little Balthazars.”  I wonder what they did with that gold and frankincense and myrrh.  Maybe they burned a bit of the incense to take away the smell of the stable.  And I suppose the gold came in handy when Mary and Joseph had to run away with Jesus to Egypt.  Anything to avoid him being killed by Herod’s secret police.  I guess Jesus was a very early asylum seeker.  We’d probably deport the three of them, unless there was a shortage of carpenters, I suppose.


Tsk.  It’s a pity I can’t send a Christmas card to Jesus, or give him a present.  (Brightening up)  But I could go to church this Christmas and maybe sing him a carol.  What did that “bleak midwinter” one say?

What can I give Him, poor as I am?

If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;

If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;

Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.[2]


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[2] By Christina Rossetti (1830-1894): “In the bleak midwinter”, a poem, written 1872