No.788: A Poem for Christmastime | The Big White Farmhouse

by Gilbert K. Chesterton

The Christ-child lay on Mary’s lap, His hair was like a light. (O weary, weary were the world,

But here is all right.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary’s breast, His hair was like a star, (O stern and cunning are the kings,

But here the true hearts are.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary’s heart, His hair was like a fire. (O weary, weary is the world,

But here the world’s desire.)

The Christ-child stood at Mary’s knee, His hair was like a crown, And all the flowers looked up at Him,

And all the stars looked down.

Art is “Adoration of the shepherds” by Gerard van Honthorst

Wishing you a very blessed Christmas from our family to yours. xo