The Hanging of the Greens
The time has come once more to put a wreath o’er every door,
And decorate a Christmas tree on every single floor,
To clear some space for poinsettias and e’en a manger scene;
Ready or not the time has come for Hanging of the Greens.
The church is decked with greenery of every size and kind,
With candles, bows, and angels fair, until it blows your mind.
There is no doubt Epiphany will come to clear the scene,
But till that day we’ll try to wade through all that hangin’ green.
Sung to the tune, "The Wearin' of the Green"