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Sheenagh Pugh puts it this way:

Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

And at Christmas we dare to add that sometimes Virgins are with child by God, husbands do remain loyal, innkeepers can be kind and a stable can be enough.

Sometimes both shepherds and Wise Magi do get it right, Angels cannot help but sing in the sky and God does appear in human form.

Above all sometimes the birth of one baby really does change the world.

At Christmas be open to the art of the possible, to seeing the world in a different way, to holding onto hope in the midst of the darkness.