Merry Christmas

The Legend of the Holly


When Christ was born in Bethlehem on that first Christmas night, a barren bush outside the stable blossomed full and bright. It bore a grim reminder  at the crown he’d one day wear; it’s prickly leaves foretold the thorns of sorrow He would bear. Amidst the green there grew strange fruit with small berries scarlet red, as crimson as the very blood our Savior was to shed. In honor of the Prince of Peace a flower pure and white, blossomed sweetly when the Lord was born that holy Christmas night.

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