Over the hill to harvest a Christmas tree;
The mountains were alive and beautiful to see.
A hint of snow glistened all around;
As the evergreens stood their mighty ground.
Just a simple pine I thought would do;
No Spruce, Norwegian or tree of blue.
To choose a tree and be it the right kind;
Would take for certain such a long time.
But there it stood, on the tenth row;
So majestic and proud…my heart beat so.
I gazed upon its little shape and size;
Suddenly, a miracle appeared before my eyes.
A light as brilliant as all the stars above;
Illuminated the tree and surrounded it with love.
God’s light: a heavenly glow reached within every part;
The Spirit of Christmas, God chose this humble heart.
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