Before you go to sleep, my friends, and dream of Christmas morn, I wish to tell you of a legend that was to have happened around the shortly after Christ was born.

The Legend of The Holly

The Legend of

The Holly

 

                                                                  In haste from Bethlehem,

                                                               And heard the tread of soldiers

                                                                    Coming in pursuit of them.

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There wasn’t any time at all

To find a hiding place,

For Herod’s men approached them

At a swift and steady pace.

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So Marry took her Little One

And with a whispered prayer,

Hid Him beneath a holly bush

With gentle, loving care.

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The wintered holly put forth leaves

To hide the Infant King,

And grew a guard of slender thorns

About Him in a ring.

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King Herod’s soldiers hurried past,

And all were unaware

The Infant whom they sought was safe

Within the holly’s care.

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The Christ Child blessed the holly then

So it would always be

Forever green— a sign of hope

And  Immortality.

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So now, at Christmas, holly plays

A very special part

Because one night it gently held

The Christ Child in its heart.