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The Story of The First Christmas Tree
A long, long time ago an angel visited a forest of sleeping trees to bring them the good tidings that a new King had been born. The voice of the angel ringing through t the still night awakened the trees, and at once there was great excitement.
The trees boastfully discussed what .thfey could offer the new King.
“I,” boomed the giant oak proudly, “will give, the King all my acorns.”
“Acorns!” scoffed the pecan tree. “They can’t compare with the delicious nuts I shall give Him.”
“Ho, ho!” laughed the jolly apple tree. “Who wants nuts when my apples are so tasty?”
“Such a common fruit!” said the fig tree. “My figs are a much better gift.”
“Oh, food is all right I suppose,” said the stately elm. “But my shade will protect the King from the hot sun.”
There was silence for a moment, and suddenly into that silence there came a sobbing. All the trees looked around to see a tiny evergreen huddled close to ‘the ground, its green needles shaking with every sob.
“What’s your trouble?” roared the big oak disdainfully.
“I have nothing to offer the new King,” choked the sorrowful little evergreen. “I am too small for shade and I don’t bear any fruit.”
“Nobody would expect anything from the ltk.es of you,” scoffed the fig tree.
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