Oh, the hearts that beat resentment While the Yuletides come and go, Hearts that crave one little token, Hearts too proud to have it so.
Christmas magic, may it move them, Wheresoever rankle be, Melt them as the flaming beacons, As the radiant Yuletide beacons Melt the candles on the tree.
Evergreen, holly and mistletoe, Heigho and a Christmas night! Wind in the pines and drifting snow, Stars and a world of white.
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.