16 DECEMBER 1995, page 21

The Zoo At Christmas

By JANE GARDAM A PALE, still day, the sky hanging white and low. It is the morning of Christmas Eve. The girl on the gate locks up at noon and waits around for the cleaner over......

Christmas Eve And Twelve Of The Clock. `now They Are

all on their knees,' An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creatures where They dwelt in their strawy pen, Nor did it......