HOLLY
There’sholly on our lawn—all yearIt grows, and when the Yuletide’s hereAnd others from the market bring,We take from our tree’s burgeoningAnd with each gleaming emerald sprayOur house is glad on Christmas day.Throughout the year our holly treeTells of a Christmas that’s to beAnd like its own rich evergreenKeeps fresh the Yuletides that have been—One—long ago near Galilee—I’m glad we have a holly tree.
There’sholly on our lawn—all yearIt grows, and when the Yuletide’s hereAnd others from the market bring,We take from our tree’s burgeoningAnd with each gleaming emerald sprayOur house is glad on Christmas day.Throughout the year our holly treeTells of a Christmas that’s to beAnd like its own rich evergreenKeeps fresh the Yuletides that have been—One—long ago near Galilee—I’m glad we have a holly tree.
There’sholly on our lawn—all yearIt grows, and when the Yuletide’s hereAnd others from the market bring,We take from our tree’s burgeoningAnd with each gleaming emerald sprayOur house is glad on Christmas day.Throughout the year our holly treeTells of a Christmas that’s to beAnd like its own rich evergreenKeeps fresh the Yuletides that have been—One—long ago near Galilee—I’m glad we have a holly tree.