A Christmas Carol
\nby G.K. Chesterton<\/p>\n
The Christ-child lay on Mary\u2019s lap,
\nHis hair was like a light.
\n(O weary, weary were the world,
\nBut here is all aright.)<\/p>\n
The Christ-child lay on Mary\u2019s breast
\nHis hair was like a star.
\n(O stern and cunning are the kings,
\nBut here the true hearts are.)<\/p>\n
The Christ-child lay on Mary\u2019s heart,
\nHis hair was like a fire.
\n(O weary, weary is the world,
\nBut here the world\u2019s desire.)<\/p>\n
The Christ-child stood on Mary\u2019s knee,
\nHis hair was like a crown,
\nAnd all the flowers looked up at Him,
\nAnd all the stars looked down.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A Christmas Carol by G.K. Chesterton The Christ-child lay on Mary\u2019s lap, His hair was like a light. (O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.) The Christ-child lay on Mary\u2019s breast His hair was like a star. (O stern and cunning are the kings, But here the true hearts are.) The […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1051,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[62,271,273],"class_list":["post-58522","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-journal","tag-christmas","tag-poet","tag-poetry"],"yoast_head":"\n