HOLLY
There’s holly on our lawn—all year It grows, and when the Yuletide’s here And others from the market bring, We take from our tree’s burgeoning And with each gleaming emerald spray Our house is glad on Christmas day. Throughout the year our holly tree Tells of a Christmas that’s to be And like its own rich evergreen Keeps fresh the Yuletides that have been— One—long ago near Galilee— I’m glad we have a holly tree.