“Its berries are red as a maiden's lip,
Its leaves are of changeless green;
And any thing changeless now, I wis,
Is somewhat rare to be seen.
The holly, which fall and frost has borne,
The holly's the wreath for a Christmas morn.”

— Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(1st January 1831) Christmas Carol
The London Literary Gazette, 1831

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English poet and novelist 1802–1838

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