I am thanking God and you
For the work you let us do
Although the holly season
Working hard for a reason.
Money saved, money spent
Some was borrowed and some lent.
It was fun to see you come
To hear you growl “is that all you’ve done?”
“What have you been doing these days?”
I would only sigh and say,
“Why it was cold the entire day?”
“I’ve been working like a slave,
For this little money I’ve made.”
Then there were times you’d have you spat,
You would say, “Now look at that;”
That wreath ain’t a darn bit of good.”
“Wrap them tighter like you should.”
“put more holly on that hook;
Just look at that one how it looks.”
Then the next week here I’d go
All wrapped up from head to toe.
Going out in all kinds of weather,
Looking like the devil,
Coming home tired and cold,
Looking ugly and feeling old.
Then on Sunday I would go to church
And forget about my work,
I would forget about the wreaths, I’d made,
Forget about the “holly days”,
I would listen to the choir sing
An hear the preacher’s voice ring,
So my soul was oh, so glad,
For the blessing I’ve had,
Thanking God for men like you,
An the work you let us do.