The ripple effect, my neighbour said,
About the Christmas stable and message
Of fellowship round the shed.

They visit You, Christ, as cradle-child,
For the goodwill of all gentlemen,
The kiss of carols in the mulled air.

But I pray for the ripples,
The waves of Your love for all mankind
To reach the further points
Across the oceans of not-quite-sure,

That the ripples carry the cradle
Of Christmas, into Christmas-less land
And makes the earth take its direction
Towards Your holy isle.