LYRIC FOR SALE

By katherine appello

Whisked away are the summer hours,
The birds have left their nests;
While the holly holds onto his color and hue,
Doesn’t change like the flowers.
On his fuzzy leaf reposes
The berries reminded me of the red of roses;
For the holly can always be seen in red or green,
This holiday holly most red or green.

Let’s toast to the holly berry,
Part fo the season, season of Bethlehem;
The mistletoe let’s drink to also,
And at Christmas all be at peace,
Even if just for the season,
as we gaze this berry,
This holiday holly most red or green.


Like pleasant memories
The ivy grows, and a deep veil it covers,
It covers Time's imperfections;
A heart that's homeward leaning,
Remembering that one great love.
As we recollect, let’s toast,
Toast,This holiday holly most red or green.

Let’s at Christmas all be merry.
A we read ancient, yet not so ancient story,
Drink to the holly berry, and the mistletoe,
To those with us and those gone to the heavens
Come, let us toast,
Toast,This holiday holly most red or green.