The Legend of Mary Berry'

A long time ago-or so the story is told, There was a strange occurrence in the Europe of old. High atop a windswept, alpine peak, Lived a girl fair of face and rosy of cheek. She would gather wild berries which grew all around, And carry them down to sell in the town: Trays of raspberries, strawberries, and gooseberries too, Huckleberries, blackberries, and berries of blue. Known as Mary-of-the-berries, she attained much fame, For her smile, her laughter- and her very strange name' Peace and joy followed where'er she went; And in her presence, all people felt quite content. The townsfolk decided there would be nothing contrary, By simply changing her name to Mary Berry. She loved all the people and, as she peddled her wares, She looked for ways to show that she cared. A smile, a kind word, or perhaps a small gift; When folks felt weary, Mary gave their sprit a lift, You see, back on the mountain, in her hut of sod, Mary conversed for hours with the Lord, her God. Spending so much time with Him filled her with love, That she just had to share what her heart was full of' For years she prayed that God might show her a way, To help the townspeople celebrate her Saviour's Birthday. Then, in her spirit, she was able to see. All her friends decorating one large evergreen tree. There would be plenty of candles for the Light of the World' And bright colored ribbons unfurled' Families gathering to help one another. Even giving of gifts to sister and brother. Now that these traditions have been handed down to you, Go, and have a Mary Berry Christmas too' Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.) December 12, 2006