Chesterton was a polemicist, a Catholic apologist, and a journalist. He is know more for his essays, along with Beloc, for they defended Catholicism when the first bunch of militant atheists were trying to destroy both Canterbury and Rome.

The atheists and progressives almost got both. Liberal and progressive theology has almost destroyed the Anglicans (the African church is now re evangelizing them) and the liberal infection gutted the Jesuits, and may be infecting the Curia, Cardinals and Vatican.

But enough: this is a poem for the Advent.

A Christmas Carol Poem

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 on 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