To everyone of all Faiths, may you find peace, love and joy during your own special celebration.
The Littlest Christmas Tree
The littlest Christmas tree
lived in a meadow of green
among a family
He learned how to whisper
the evergreen song
with the slightest of wind
He watched as the birds
made a home of twigs
and couldn't wait till
For all of the trees
offered a home,
the maple, the pine and the oak,
"I hate being little,"
the little tree said,
"I can't even turn colors
like the maple turns red.
I can't help the animals
like the mighty old oak.
He shelters them all
in his wide mighty cloak."
The older tree said,
"Why, little tree, you don't know?
The story of a mighty King
from the land with no snow?"
Little tree questioned,
"A land with no snow?"
"Yes!" said old tree,
"A very old story,
from so long ago.
A star appeared
giving great light
over a manger,
on long winter's night.
A baby was born,
a King of all kings,
and with Him comes love
He lived in a country
all covered in sand,
and laid down His life
to save all of man."
Little tree thought of the gift
given by Him,
then the big tree said with the
"We're not just trees,
but a reminder of that day
There's a much bigger part
For on Christmas Eve
my life I'll lay down,
in exchange for a happier,
And as I stand dying
they'll adorn me in trim.
This all will be done
in memory of Him.
Among a warm fire,
with family and friends,
in the sweet songs of Christmas,
Then ever so gently,
He'll come down to see
and take me to heaven,
Jesus and me.
So you see, little tree,
we are not like the oak
who shelters all things
Nor are we like
the maple in Fall,
whose colors leave many
standing in awe.
The gift that we give
is ourselves, limb for limb,
the greatest of honor,
in memory of Him."
The little tree bowed
his head down and cried
and thought of the King
who willingly died.
For what kind of gift
can anyone give
than to lay down his life
when you wanted to live?
A swelling of pride
came over the tree.
"Can all of this happen
Can I really bring honor
by adorning a home,
by reminding mankind,
With this thought, little tree
began singing with glee
happily and proud
to be a true Christmas tree.
You can still hear them singing
even the smallest in height,
singing of Christmas
and that one Holy Night.
Merry Christmas!