• Snow glistens in the morning light,
    Just settled from it's trip in the night.
    The wind tugs at your hair,
    Whispering in your ear
    "Christmas Is Coming. Come play with me!"
    It's laugh rings through the leafless trees,
    Nipping your nose playfully.

    The wind urges you to follow,
    Into the wonders of the forest.
    You agree eagerly,
    Chasing it through the wonders of the world,
    Called Nature.

    Footprints follow behind you,
    Showing where you have traveled.
    When suddenly they stop.
    And you gasp in shock,
    Stoping in your tracks.

    A huge tree stands before you,
    Garnished in earthy decorations.
    You stare in awe at the natural Christmas Tree.
    Snow sparkles on every branch,
    Pinecones hang from each limb,
    Uneaten berries decorating the tree.

    The wind sighs behind you,
    A smile in it's voice.
    "Our Christmas is different, yet still all the same."

    "Dear child, do me a favor this year."
    "Christmas is about the gift of giving and kindness to all around you."
    "Be not greedy, and share what you know."
    "Show everyone Mother Nature's gift to you,"
    "So that is shall become a gift to them as well as you."

    The wind's voice grew fainter as it continued.
    "Show them your tree."
    "Show them this great emotion you feel....."

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