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 on Mary's knee,

His hair was like a crown,

And all the flowers looked up at Him,

And all the stars looked down.

 

 

 

The Nativity

 

Christmas	The Star	The Angels
The Bells	The Tree	The Guest

 

Poem: G.K. Chesterton

Music: Old French Carol