In the round of our rational and mournful year one festival remains out of all those ancient gaieties that once covered the whole earth. Christmas remains to remind us of those ages, whether Pagan or Christian, when the many acted poetry instead of the few writing it. In all the winter in our woods there is no tree in glow but the holly.
--G.K. Chesterton
The social, cultural, spiritual, political, academic, and literary rantings of a slightly strange Catholic English teacher.
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