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December 4th




The Holly
The Ivy
The Holly and The Ivy
Green Grow'th the Holly



The Holly

In ancient times Holly was thought to be magical
because of its shiny leaves and its
ability to bear fruit even in the cold winter months.
The Romans later brought the Holly to England,
where it was considered sacred.
In medieval times Holly became the subject of many
Christmas carols.
Some of these carols gave the Holly, along with the Ivy,
sexual identities. Holly was male and Ivy female.
While more religious songs and poems portrayed
the Holly berry as a symbol of Christ.

Some believe that the Holly plant represent immortality.
It represents the crown of thorns worn by our Savior.
And the red holly berries represent blood shed by Him.



The Ivy

In pagan times Ivy was closely associated with Bacchus,
the god of wine, and played a big part in all festivals
in which he figured.
English tavernkeepers adopted the Ivy as a symbol
and featured it on their signs.
However, the Ivys festive past has not kept it from
being incorporated into modern day Christian celebrations



The Holly and The Ivy

The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown:
O, the rising of the sun,
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a blossom,
As white as lily flow'r,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To be our dear Saviour: Refrain

The holly bears a berry,
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To do poor sinners good: Refrain

The holly bears a prickle,
As sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
On Christmas Day in the morn: Refrain

The holly bears a bark,
As bitter as the gall,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
For to redeem us all: Refrain

The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown: Refrain



Green Grow'th the Holly

Green grow’th the holly
So doth the ivy
Though winter blasts blow na’er so high
Green grow’th the holly

Gay are the flowers
Hedgerows and ploughlands
The days grow longer in the sun
Soft fall the showers

Full gold the harvest
Grain for thy labor
With God must work for daily bread
Else, man, thou starvest

Fast fall the shed leaves
Russet and yellow
But resting buds are smug and safe
Where swung the dead leaves

Green grow’th the holly
So doth the ivy
The God of life can never die
Hope! Saith the holly



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