"O manifest infirmity, O wondrous humility, in which all the greatness of God lay hid! The mother to whom His infancy was subject, He ruled with His power; and to her at whose breasts He nursed, He gave the nourishment of truth. May He Who did not shrink from taking a beginning even like ours, perfect in us His gifts; and may He also make us children of God, He Who for our sakes wished to become a child of man."
"You cannot visit the child without visiting the mother; you cannot in common life approach the child except through the mother. If we are to think of Christ in this aspect at all, the other idea follows as it is followed in history. We must either leave Christ out of Christmas, or Christmas our of Christ, or we must admit, if only as we admit it in an old picture, that these holy heads are too near together for the haloes not to mingle and cross."
-Chesterton, Everlasting Man