Poetry at King's - The Easter Carol

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The Easter Carol

By Holly Duxbury


O Holy Night – the stars are brightly shining

It is the night of our dear saviour’s birth


Perhaps I’m getting a little ahead of myself

But I can’t help but feel it’s time for us all to move on a bit

I’ve already eaten a mince pie for every month of 2017

I’ve wrapped the presents and left them in the cupboard without name labels on

And I’ve had the ‘can I drive on mulled wine/ isn’t it just fruit juice?’ debate again


Did I mention that I’ve also watched The Snow Man so many times

I am flying in the air.

I have finally perfected a polite response to my mum’s alternative Christmas tree;   last year, twigs in guttering. 

And, yet again, I’ve been scoffed at by the hairdresser for trying to book a trim in December

(book from your sun lounger if you want any work done in the festive season).


Christmas festivities:


Move on. 

Pass Go.

Do not collect £200; you’ve spent quite enough already.


So here’s my proposal:

We’ll move on from snowballs.

It’s time for Easter


Every Christmas party dress and bacon wrapped sausage of this season

is, in a way, a celebration of crucifixion.

We’re rocking round the Christmas tree

Celebrating death.


There, that’ll take the glow in the dark out of your Christmas jumper


Christmas is the story of a King

 who came to die

So that you and I

Might know a gift better than anything shoved under a tree


It’s a reality a million miles from the Christmas story we know

From stars brightly shining, soft-eared oxen 

And a mother weeping tears of joy

over her new baby boy


O Holy Night – the stars are brightly shinning

It is the night of our dear saviour’s birth

Long lay the world in sin and error pinning

Until he appeared and the soul felt its worth


My soul feels its worth

When I’m faced with the reality of the trajectory that Christmas set in motion:

Thirty-three years to Easter day

When a stone would be rolled away

And guards would find an empty tomb.


A day where Christ paid the cost

to rescue the lost

so that we could be found


We are paid for with a love that we have never and will never know.

It’s bigger than reindeers and snow

It’s everything


And we cannot dwell on Christmas for long before we see

Our souls are valued eternally 

Because of the baby in the manger

Whose selfless life

Was ultimately about his death


And we’ll fall on our knees

When we perceive 

this all-consuming  truth.


I am overwhelmed with who Christ is and what he did.

How can we do anything but worship?


Fall on your knees

Oh hear the angels’ voices

Oh night divine

Oh night when Christ was born

Oh night divine

Oh night, when Christ was born

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