Since this is Christmas day, how about a religious poem by Gerard Manly Hopkins, who also happened to be a Catholic priest.
Pied Beauty by Gerard Manly Hopkins
Glory be to God for dappled things--
For skies of couple-color as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-fire coal chestnut falls; finches wings;
Lanscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: