Eve an unchurched, lapsed Catholic like me can sometimes find beauty in music and art of religious believers. This time of year I read or listen to T. S. Eliot’s short poem The Journey of the Magi. Eliot found it useful to look at the Christmas story indirectly: he doesn’t even mention Mary, Joseph, or their baby. Instead he imagines the three rulers and mages making their winter trip.
There is a recording of Eliot himself reading this. But when we have Sir Alec: