Wonderful Christmas cards

'Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation;
O sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!
Glory to God, all glory in the highest;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord'.

'In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like stone'.

These wonderful Christmas are from
Eleanor M. Harris, Etsy

O Magnum Mysterium

Polar bear Christmas cards!

'At the round earth's imagined corners blow
Your trumpets, angels'

Eleanor M. Harries writes: '
These words from a sonnet by the English metaphysical
poet John Donne made me think, if angels could announce the
Christmas message to shepherds, why not to polar bears
in the snow? It's far more Christmassy

Holy Sonnets, VII
by John Donne (1572-1631)

At the round earth's imagined corners blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go ;
All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow,
All whom war, dea[r]th, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes
Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space ;
For, if above all these my sins abound,
'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace,
When we are there. Here on this lowly ground,
Teach me how to repent, for that's as good
As if Thou hadst seal'd my pardon with Thy blood.

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John Donne (1572-1631)