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, from The Wild Knight, 1900