A Merry Christmas

To All Readers and Followers of

'The Land of Lost Content' 

The Star of Bethlehem, by Edward Burne-Jones

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.

O weary, weary were the world,

But here the world is aright

Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874 – 1936)

This poem presents the Christ-child as a radiant presence - light, star, fire, crown - bringing divine peace to a weary world. Each verse contrasts the brokenness of humanity with the serenity and truth found in Mary’s embrace. Kings may be cunning, the world may be tired, but in this intimate nativity scene, love and hope prevail. The imagery grows from gentle light to regal glory, culminating in a cosmic harmony where nature reveres the child. 

Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874–1936) was an English writer, philosopher, and Christian apologist known for his wit, paradoxes, and literary versatility. He authored essays, novels, poetry, and the beloved Father Brown detective stories. A defender of faith and tradition, Chesterton’s works blend humor, insight, and profound moral and theological reflection.