December 
                                                                           
                                                                    A Christmas Carol

                                                          The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap
                                                          His hair was like a light.
                                                          (O weary, weary were the world,
                                                          But here is all aright.)

                                                         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.

\                                                                                       G. K. Chesterton