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The Littlest Christmas Treethe rest”For on Christmas eve,my life I&’ll lay down,in exchange for a happier,loving ground.And as I stand dying,they&’ll adorn me in trim.This all will be done,in memory of him.”&;So you see, little tree,we are not like the oakwho shelters all thingsbeneath his great cloak.Nor are we like the maplein fall,who&’s colors leave manystanding in awe.”&;The gift that we giveis 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 giftcan anyone give?Than to lay down your lifewhen you wanted to live?A swelling of pride came over the tree.Can all of this happenBecause of just me?Can I really bring honor?By adorning a home?By reminding mankindthat he&’s never alone?With this thought, little treebegan singing with glee.Happy and proudto be a true Christmas tree.You can still hear them singingeven the smallest in height,singing of Christmasand that one holy night. The End