December

No gardener need go far to find

The Christmas rose,

The fairest of the flowers that mark

The sweet Year’s close:

Nor be in quest of places where

The hollies grow,

Nor seek for sacred trees that hold

The mistletoe.

All kindly tended gardens love

December days,

And spread their latest riches out

In winter’s praise.

But every gardener’s work this month

Must surely be

To choose a very beautiful

Big Christmas tree,

And see it through the open door

In triumph ride,

To reign a glorious reign within

At Christmas-tide.