I love the Stag of North Stainley; a sculpture constructed entirely of bicycle parts, creating our village symbol, the Stag of North Stainley and the Staveley family; made by local folk to celebrate the Tour de France passing through the village in 2014.
The Stag of North Stainley comes alive at Christmas time with a red nose and the village Christmas tree lit up in close proximity.
Stag of North Stainley
Thought you may like some snaps I took of the Stag of North Stainley today.
Vibrant scenes and interesting art installations at MediaCityUK coupled to a tour of local festive lights in my own village this weekend highlighted to me that we sometimes miss the real meaning of Christmas, when it’s right there under our noses.
I was wondering around and about my village in the cold cold dark evening and it struck me that some of my neighbours have the most amazing Christmas light shows, lighting up their houses like beacons of celebration at this festive time.
The same can’t be said for the church, standing all forlorn and unlit in the sodium glow of the streetlights as the occasional car whispers past through the cold night.
Surely it should be the church that is lit up at this important time for Christians?
Didn’t mean to be too philosophical on a Monday morning, but it seems to me that the actual meaning of Christmas gets lost amidst the constant rush for consumers to consume anything and everything in a frenzied rush against a corporate calendar leading to a peak of bloated exhaustion.
This holiday season, I want to be happy and healthy and spend time with my family; three things that I have not always achieved individually or collectively at various points over the last 12 months.
So let there be light in the world, lets get back to the meaning of Christmas and let’s follow the star as it shines in the East.