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 […]