December by Blanche
There are no summer roses
Nor brilliant leaves of fall
To celebrate His birthday,
Whom we love best of all.
But there could be no
brighter,
More lovely sight, I know,
Than red and green of holly
Against the glist'ning snow.
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| illustrated poem for Winter months. |
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