"I just looked preposterous. It would be 'King Lear' and I'd walk on with Cordelia's dead body in my ..." — Richard Coles

I still feel a spike of anticipation when 'O Come, O Come, Emmanuel' strikes up and, in these andropausal years, I am unexpectedly moved by 'Away in a Manger'.

My means of entry to 'Christianity was singing in a choir. As a boy chorister, I grew up with Ancient and Modern, the evening canticles, versicles and responses, and carols.

A certain check to the sentimentality and commercialism of Christmas is the cluster of bereavements that often arrives towards the end of the year.

One of the pleasures of living in London is the opportunity to do things that are only possible in a city of its size.