Christmas Cactus
By Elece Hollis
She’s called a cactus––but has no spines;
She speaks between her graceful lines.
She isn’t fir or coned´pine.
At Christmas time.
She isn’t Poinsettia bright
Not Amaryllis––that’s alright!
She bows her head––shy––out of sight
At Christmas time.
She brightens up the room each year;
Comes to bring us all good cheer.
I count her blossoming quite dear
At Christmas time.
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I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.
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