Lines for a Christmas Card
Hilaire Belloc
May all my enemies go to hell
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
What? It's in honor of those monks in Bethlehem. All right, then, try this instead:
A Christmas Carol
G.K. Chesterton
The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O, weary, weary is 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. 
