Piers Paul Read points out in a characteristically perceptive piece in this issue that the Christmas season, which we rightly celebrate as a joyful affair, is in fact made up of darkness and light. The birth of the holy child at Bethlehem was in response to the decree of Augustus for a great census, and at Bethlehem there was nowhere for his family to stay. The birth was followed by the arrival of the Three Kings to pay homage to him. But their inquiry to Herod about where the King of the Jews was to be found made that febrile man paranoid; in response, he ordered the massacre of boy babies in the area around Bethlehem, an event commemorated in the feast of the Holy Innocents on 28 December and poignantly remembered in the Coventry Carol, which begins: “Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child”. The day after Christmas Day is the feast of Stephen, who was stoned to death for professing Christ and whose martyrdom in many ways replicates his passion. On the 29th, we celebrate the feast of St Thomas Becket, the turbulent priest whose defence of the rights of the Church against the king led to his murder. All these things are dark, apparently at odds with the merrymaking at Christmas.