Christmas at Wymondham Abbey

Merry Christmas Everyone

There is lots and lots to enjoy here – keep scrolling down to the bottom.
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Christmas Services

Music Suggestions

The playlist below contains a selection of inspiring Christmas music. Click Play to listen to all of them.

Crib Service

Guinea Pigs Christmas

Godly Play

The Festive Trail

Wrap up warm, put on your wellies and come and visit the beautiful Wymondham Abbey grounds. They are waiting for you.
There are Nativity scenes in the Abbey and you can see some from the outside. How many can you find in the windows? (Hint: there are more than 4)

Walk around the spirals

Take a stick and walk peacefully around the HOPE Manger Spiral. Think about Christmas as you go – what are you hoping for? At the centre leave your stick in the manger and then walk back out. As you go back out of the spiral, think about what you might do to bring happiness to someone.

Collect your jute string and walk into the PEACE tree spiral. Think about lovely things that make you feel safe and happy as you tie your string to the tree. On the way out of the spiral think about being kind to others who are worried.

Spend a few minutes at the three refection trees

One for the people you love
One for all beings (don’t forget your pets)
One for the whole world
Tie a leaf or jute string or a pine cone onto one of the trees. Take your time, enjoy the moment.

Cat in the Manger

The Christ Child: A Nativity Story

An Unexpected Christmas

A Real Scandal of the Birth of God - A Christmas Poem (Click to expand)

A Real Scandal of the Birth of God
A Christmas Poem
by Kaitlin Hardy Shetler

sometimes I wonder
if Mary breastfed Jesus.
if she cried out when he bit her
or if she sobbed when he would not latch.
and sometimes I wonder
if this is all too vulgar
to ask in a church
full of men
without milk stains on their shirts
or coconut oil on their breasts
preaching from pulpits off limits to the Mother of God.
but then i think of feeding Jesus,
birthing Jesus,
the expulsion of blood
and smell of sweat,
the salt of a mother’s tears
onto the soft head of the Salt of the Earth,
feeling lonely
and tired
and i think,
if the vulgarity of birth is not
honestly preached
by men who carry power but not burden,
who carry privilege but not labor,
who carry authority but not submission,
then it should not be preached at all.
because the real scandal of the Birth of God
lies in the cracked nipples of a
14 year old
and not in the sermons of ministers
who say women
are too delicate
to lead

On the Morning of Christ's Nativity (Click to expand)

On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity
Compos’d 1629
John Milton
This is the Month, and this the happy morn
Wherein the Son of Heav’ns eternal King,
Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring;
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That he our deadly forfeit should release,
And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable,
And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty,
Wherwith he wont at Heav’ns high Councel-Table,
To sit the midst of Trinal Unity,
He laid aside; and here with us to be,
Forsook the Courts of everlasting Day,
And chose with us a darksom House of mortal Clay.
Say Heav’nly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein
Afford a present to the Infant God?
Hast thou no vers, no hymn, or solemn strein,
To welcom him to this his new abode,
Now while the Heav’n by the Suns team untrod,
Hath took no print of the approching light,
And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?
See how from far upon the Eastern rode
The Star-led Wisards haste with odours sweet:
O run, prevent them with thy humble ode,
And lay it lowly at his blessed feet;
Have thou the honour first, thy Lord to greet,
And joyn thy voice unto the Angel Quire,
From out his secret Altar toucht with hallow’d fire.

He Came Down, A Powerful Christmas Story

Christmas in Dark Places

Descent; A Christmas Poem (Click to expand)

Descent; A Christmas Poem
Malcolm Guite

They sought to soar into the skies
Those classic gods of high renown
For lofty pride aspires to rise
​But you came down.
You dropped down from the mountains sheer
Forsook the eagle for the dove
The other Gods demanded fear
But you gave love
Where chiselled marble seemed to freeze
Their abstract and perfected form
Compassion brought you to your knees
Your blood was warm
They called for blood in sacrifice
Their victims on an altar bled
When no one else could pay the price
You died instead
They towered above our mortal plain,
Dismissed this restless flesh with scorn,
Aloof from birth and death and pain,
​But you were born.
Born to these burdens, borne by all
Born with us all ‘astride the grave’
Weak, to be with us when we fall,
​And strong to save.

Christmas Messages

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