AT Christmas time, our thoughts turn to the mystery of the Incarnation. That’s the primary focus of Christians—or should be, although we all have other preoccupations. Shall we bother with a Christmas tree this year? Do we absolutely have to have turkey again? And will the cards we sent belatedly to those people we had originally crossed off our list this year get to them in time? Mean-while, the thoughts of children everywhere turn to piles of presents, received rather than given.
Christmas is a time of hope for all, although the, the yellow aconites and the six weeks of snowdrops when different cultivars open in succession.
