Today we tramped
Through the snowy woods
To search for holly berries;
We were warmly clothed from head to toe
And each of us was merry.
We crossed a curving silver stream
That tinkled like cut glass;
While above in the pewter sky,
We saw ebony crows pass.
The hemlocks were cloaked in ermine,
White pines were a sight to see;
Then we discovered a holly bush. . .
A masterpiece by the Deity.
It flaunted shining big berries
So we plucked the red-clad treasure,
Then headed for our cozy house,
Brimming with Yuletide pleasure!
Earle J. Grant
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