The League of Bearded Catholics

Merry Christmas!

Time has been at a premium, but I leave you with this Christmas poem until next week. A blessed Christmas to you all!

A Christmas Carol
by G.K.Chesterton

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

God Rest You, Hairy Gentlemen...

Keen observers may have noticed that this page has been strangely silent over the past week. Worry not! In the words of Bob Cratchit, the author has been "making rather merry", as should all good bearded Catholics at this blessed time of year.

Reliable intelligence has it that he has been preparing a subterranean lair, the better to conduct Manly Pursuits. Already he has picked up a number of books that had languished in boxes, and is leisurely and luxuriantly reading and re-reading the Confessions of St. Augustine, C.S. Lewis' The Pilgrim's Regress, and Tolkien's Silmarillion as well as his translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight... all while wreathed in a cloud of aromatic pipe smoke. Between these, he is digesting the latest issue of Gilbert magazine.

Is life not astonishingly wonderful?

Regular rabble-rousing will commence after the New Year. Meanwhile, continue having a Merry Christmas!

A Christmas Carol - by G.K.C.

A Christmas Carol

- G.K. Chesterton

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.

Chesterton and Christmas

Bearded Catholic John Kasaian sends along notice of an event that should set the heart of every true-blue Leaguer pounding in his hairy chest:

Brought to you courtesy of the Crossroads Cultural Center and the Chesterton Institute for Faith and Culture, Chesterton and Christmas: A Serious Affair... "an homage to Chesterton's love for  Christmas, through conversations, readings, and choral music".

Fordham University, December 16th. There are advantages to city life, yes indeed!