A true story

Christmas came fast, almost without warning. A little tree sat excited in an old lot. When the rush of families came to search for that one perfect tree all the little tree's friends would hold their branches high and mighty. But the little tree just sat happily waiting for the right family to come. All the little tree wanted was a nice warm home and people to look at him adoringly and lovingly. He just wanted to make someone smile. The weeks went by and soon almost all the little tree's friends were gone. He had weathered through the cold December still clinging onto all hope that he would be taken to a home. 

Christmas was so close and he was almost alone in the lot. All his friends were in homes beautifully decorated basking in the warmth of the Christmas spirit. The little tree began to wonder if he was cut down for nothing. He wondered if he would spend his Christmas alone in the old lot. 

Then, just days before Christmas, a man and a girl came strolling through the lot. They stopped to look at the little tree. He heard a voice say, "This one is cute. I think she'll like it." A rush of excitement ran through the tree as he was picked to be someones Christmas tree! 

The little tree came to a nice cozy home. He was strung up with lights. The little tree stood proud. He waited for the rest of his decorations but none appeared. So he waited happily for whenever they would come. Later that night he heard a twist of the front door and a woman walked in and burst out with joy, "A tree! We have a tree!"

The woman loved Christmas. But this particular year work had drained her and left her feeling less Christmas cheer. She longed for a tree but felt that it was too close to Christmas to get one. So when she came home to find the little tree in her home all her Christmas cheer was restored. 

The woman opened up boxes of decorations and gently placed each ornament on the tree. The little tree felt loved and special. And the woman felt happy. The little tree had brought Christmas back into a home. 

Sadly, now this little tree sits at our curb. I feel guilty seeing it lying there in the dirt. Poor little tree.