Nativity by John Donne


Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb,
Now leaves His well-belov’d imprisonment,
There He hath made Himself to His intent
Weak enough, now into the world to come;
But O, for thee, for Him, hath the inn no room?
Yet lay Him in this stall, and from the Orient,
Stars and wise men will travel to prevent
The effect of Herod’s jealous general doom.
Seest thou, my soul, with thy faith’s eyes, how He
Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie?
Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high,
That would have need to be pitied by thee?
Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go,
With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe.

Poems, Religious, Rossetti, Christina

In the Bleak Midwinter

 In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.


Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.


Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.


Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
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.


—Christina Rossetti
Dickens, Charles

The Other Scrooge

There once was a gloomy curmudgeon who hated Christmas and the festivities associated with the holiday. Instead, he preferred dark, dreary, cold environments.  The grouch even assaulted a boy he ran into who was singing and skipping on Christmas. But one day, the man encountered spirits who showed him visions of his childhood and future. These visions, along with the spiritual encounter, led to the conversion of the curmudgeon.

This is the plot summary of A Christmas Carol, but this is also the summary of The Story of the Goblins Who Stole a Sexton from The Pickwick Papers.


In The Story of the Goblins Who Stole a Sexton, Gabriel Grub is working as a sexton in a graveyard during Christmas when suddenly, goblins appear out of nowhere, drink his liquor, show him visions, and literally kick him upside the head. It is probable that Dickens was not pleased with his original story but wanted to keep the same theme. It worked. A Christmas Carol is a more powerful story.

While both Grub and Scrooge undergo conversions due to spiritual encounters, the Ghosts of Christmas do not beat Scrooge senseless. Rather, Scrooge learns from the Past, Present, and Future; “I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach.” Scrooge realizes that the love of money had made him a monster, but that he still has the ability to change his live and alleviate suffering in the world. Grub, on the other hand, learns that the world is not as bad as he thought; “he came to the conclusion that it was a very decent and respectable sort of world after all.” Scrooge has more free will than Grub. He has more freedom to choose the right path. Scrooge’s conversion is not due to a fear of being beaten by spirits. Scrooge’s conversion is therefore more authentic and probably more lasting.

The Story of the Goblins Who Stole a Sexton focuses more on the story itself than on his conversion. After being visited by goblins, Grub hides from the world. Others from his village bring into question his sobriety at the time of the encounter. The morality of Gabriel Grub’s story is not that one should live unselfishly but that nothing good comes from drinking alone. “[T]his story has at least one moral, if it teach no better one – and that is, that if a man turn sulky and drink by himself at Christmas time, he may make up his mind to be not a bit the better of it: let the spirits be never so good, or let them be even as many degrees beyond proof, as those which Gabriel Grub saw in the goblin’s cavern.”