A Christmas Carol
av G.K. Chesterton (1900)
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.
Hah! Beat you to that we did ...
SvarSlettMerry Christmas!
Hah! You'll never know who beat whom to what and why!
SvarSlettOg god jul til deg og dine!