Every year in the mailing advertising the group's annual Christmas Party, Frank would always send along "A Chesterton Advent Calendar", a sheet containing excerpts from Chesterton's writings — one for each of the ten days leading up to Christmas, and for Christmas Day itself. Some of the quotations are directly related to Christmas; others not so much.
Why, you may ask, didn't he include a Chesterton quotation for each day of Advent?
Beats me. That's just the kind of sui generis fellow Frank was.
For the next few days, I'll be including these quotations herein, with references whenever possible.
Here am I, Father Christmas; well you know it,
Though critics say it fades, my Christmas Tree,
Yet was it Dickens who became my poet
And who the Dickens may the critics be? —The Turkey and the Turk