The House of Christmas, by G.K. Chesterton

“There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand, With shaking timber and shifting sand, Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand Than the square stones of Rome. For men are homesick inContinue reading “The House of Christmas, by G.K. Chesterton”