Holly Berry And Mistletoe
THE trees are bare, wild flies the snow,
Hearths are glowing, hearts are merry —
High in the air is the Mistletoe,
Over the door is the Holly Berry.
Never have care how the winds may blow,
Never confess the revel grows weary —
Yule is the time of the Mistletoe,
Yule is the time of the Holly Berry.
By William Stanley Braithwaite
Art Molly Brett
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