The Littlest Christmas Tree
By Richard K. Conant
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 "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 and 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?" And then came Summertime 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.
The song playing is "
O Christmas Tree"
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