An Post (Ireland) Xmas stamps designed by Thinkhouse

I use postage stamps once a year, to send Xmas cards here, there and everywhere.  This year I will be using what’s app with a Nativity scene image because the offering from An Post national stamps designed by Thinkhouse, a London outfit with a presence in Dublin, are a dismally dopey offering.  Reading the bumf on the Thinkhouse site is like a glossary of slightly dated corporate speak: ‘creative storytelling’, ‘from the get go’, ‘education journey’, ‘drive change’, ‘long-tailed geo targeted ad’ etc.   Secularism will die from boredom, though that may be unfair to Thinkhouse who are so bland that they do not arrest the attention long enough for that response.

Happy Xmas.

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In the bleak midwinter

by Christina Rossetti

 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.