The
Holly
Tree
Which
I can
See
From
My
Table
Is
Now
Hung
About,
As
High
As
I was
Able,
With
Large
Balls
Of
Red
And
Glossy
Pink.
I think
They
Make
A
Jolly
Show
But
Can’t
Know
If
Those
That
Hurry
Past
Will
At
Last
See
What
Constitutes
A
Holiday
For
Me.