Dec 17, 2025 · 31 min · 12 segments
Send us Fan Mail 'In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan...' Joe is back with some poetry for you. In this episode he walks the ancient York city walls and reads this festive masterpiece from…
In the bleak midwinter, a stable place sufficed, the Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Enough for him, whom cherubim worship night and day, a breast full of milk and a manger full of hay.
Enough for him, whom angels fall down before, the ox and ass and camel which adore.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there, cherubim and seraphim thronged the air.
Yet what I can I give him, give my heart." It's very hard to read that poem without bursting into song [laughs].
In the bleak midwinter, a stable place sufficed, the Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Enough for him, whom cherubim worship night and day, a breast full of milk and a manger full of hay.
Enough for him, whom angels fall down before, the ox and ass and camel which adore.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there, cherubim and seraphim thronged the air.
Yet what I can I give him, give my heart." It's very hard to read that poem without bursting into song [laughs].
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