Golden Holly's Story
As Saint Nick and his team way up north prepare the sleigh, all outside here is crisp and grey. The bears and fish now hibernate. The skies and hills fill with a thousand flakes. The only viridity we see are the evergreens. Oh how Holly’s waxy leaves in these times gleam. Each frosty day when we awake, the glow of holly berries awaits, This happy festive display, brightens every winter day, the warmth of this sight will stay, well past the joys of the holiday.