Hoot for the Holidays

The ence tree is lit with feathers and gold. Every branch whispers secrets untold.

Owls perch high, watching snowflakes fall. A quiet kingdom in her festive hall.

Hoo-hoo, they call in the winter's

glow. Hoo-hoo, they know what dying knows. Hoot for the

holidays, let the magic rise. Owls in the rafters with their

wise, wise eyes, silent nights under moonlit skies.

Hoot for the holidays, let the joy surprise. Stockings hang by

the flickering fire. Owls keep watch, their gaze won't tire. Midnight cocoa wrapped