THE LITTLEST CHRISTMAS TREE

by **pegasus202** Sat Oct 11, 2008 11:57 am

The Littlest Christmas Tree stood on the hill, wondering still,
"Will I be chosen, chosen this year?"
"Don't worry dear," said the Mother Tree near,
"you may be chosen, chosen this year."

"I feel so lonely, lonely and sad. Have I been bad?"
asked the Littlest Tree.
"You haven't been bad," said the kind Mother Tree.
"You're a good little tree, you must wait patiently."

Bough-bent and broken by wind and by storm,
the Littlest Christmas Tree had an uneven form.
Spurned and rejected by all who passed by,
the Littlest Christmas Tree began to cry.

"Don't cry, Little Tree," said a bear standing there.
"How would you know that you wouldn't grow, year after year?"
"Little Tree, please don't cry," said a squirrel nearby.
Then a blue jay, a chickadee, an owl wise and strong,
a cardinal, and a woodpecker, with a beak very long,
flew onto the tree and burst into song!
"Thank you, O' thank you! My friends, you are dear!
Now I'll be chosen, chosen this year!"

The Littlest Christmas Tree was happy that day,
'til thunder and lightning drove his friends away!

The kind Mother Tree was taken that night
by a family who rode in a a sleigh.
She offered these words of comfort,
before she was carried away.
"A Christmas Tree's purpose is to bring love and joy
to every girl and boy at Christmas.
So have faith, my son, for your chance will come,
and you will be chosen someday."

All alone in the night, beneath stars glowing bright,
the tree looked toward heaven for light.
A star sailing by in the twinkling sky
shined its light on the Littlest Tree.

As it bathed in the light, on that one special night,
the tree heard a voice say aloud,
"Because you are bent, broken, and small,
you are the most beloved of all-
for the love that's inside is a gift that you hide!
Let it shine forth on this night."

And The Light from above rekindled the love
deep inside the Littlest Tree.
The hill glowed that night,
for the tree's love shined bright.
And happiness fell all around.

When Spring came at last to the trees on the hill
the Littlest Christmas Tree was wondering still,
"Will I be chosen, chosen this year?"

When Summertime came and the other trees grew
the Littlest Christmas Tree wondered anew,
"Will I be chosen, chosen this year?"

And would you believe, that on Christmas Eve
the Littlest Tree looked toward heaven,
And the light from a star, in the heavens so far,
caused the Littlest Tree to remember
The Light from above and its message of love
on that special night last December!
And the hill glowed that night,
for the tree's love shined bright.
And happiness fell all around.

"O' Father, dear Father, please look over there,"
said the boy in the wheelchair,
as he stared at the Littlest Tree.
"Yes, that is the one, it's so lovely, my son.
We'll bring it home for Christmas."

So the Littlest Christmas Tree went home at last,
embraced in the little boy's care.
"Dear Little Tree, you're just like me,"
said the littlest boy in the chair.

And the tree shined that night,
with its message of Light,
and happiness fell all around.

by **jei_gv2008** Mon Oct 13, 2008 5:37 am

FOR SHARING.....HO HO HO santa

X'MAS IS ALMOST NAH!

by **purple_gie** Mon Oct 13, 2008 8:24 am

Thanks 4 sharing bro!
Christmas is yet to come and may the spirit of love be upon us all!
God bless u more!

by **jai_maica20_force** Wed Nov 05, 2008 5:45 am

Christmas Is For Love

Christmas is for love. It is for joy, for giving and sharing, for laughter, for reuniting with family and friends, for tinsel and brightly decorated packages. But mostly, Christmas is for love. I had not believed this until a small elf-like student with wide-eyed innocent eyes and soft rosy cheeks gave me a wondrous gift one Christmas. Mark was an 11 year old orphan who lived with his aunt, a bitter middle aged woman greatly annoyed with the burden of caring for her dead sister's son. She never failed to remind young Mark, if it hadn't been for her generosity, he would be a vagrant, homeless waif. Still, with all the scolding and chilliness at home, he was a sweet and gentle child. I had not noticed Mark particularly until he began staying after class each day (at the risk of arousing his aunt's anger, I later found) to help me straighten up the room. We did this quietly and comfortably, not speaking much, but enjoying the solitude of that hour of the day. When we did talk, Mark spoke mostly of his mother. Though he was quite small when she died, he remembered a kind, gentle, loving woman, who always spent much time with him. As Christmas drew near however, Mark failed to stay after school each day. I looked forward to his coming, and when the days passed and he continued to scamper hurriedly from the room after class, I stopped him one afternoon and asked why he no longer helped me in the room. I told him how I had missed him, and his large gray eyes lit up eagerly as he replied, "Did you really miss me?" I explained how he had been my best helper. "I was making you a surprise," he whispered confidentially. "It's for Christmas." With that, he became embarrassed and dashed from the room. He didn't stay after school any more after that. Finally came the last school day before Christmas. Mark crept slowly into the room late that afternoon with his hands concealing something behind his back. "I have your present," he said timidly when I looked up. "I hope you like it." He held out his hands, and there lying in his small palms was a tiny wooden box. "Its beautiful, Mark. Is there something in it?" I asked opening the top to look inside. " "Oh you can't see what's in it," He replied, "and you can't touch it, or taste it or feel it, but mother always said it makes you feel good all the time, warm on cold nights, and safe when you're all alone." I gazed into the empty box. "What is it Mark," I asked gently, "that will make me feel so good?" "It's love," he whispered softly, "and mother always said it's best when you give it away." And he turned and quietly left the room. So now I keep a small box crudely made of scraps of wood on the piano in my living room and only smile as inquiring friends raise quizzical eyebrows when I explain to them that there is love in it. Yes, Christmas is for gaiety, mirth and song, for good and wondrous gifts. But mostly, Christmas is for love.

by **purple_gie** Wed Nov 05, 2008 7:25 am

Yup cz i almost cry before i finished reading your story!
Christmas is love ! Cause God is love so lets give love not only on Christmas but lets make everyday is christmas so that we will all be FULL OF LOVE!

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