The Rebirth of The Christmas Tree
Every year, the bare pine trees in the shops and forests are blessed with a year of growth, before it’s time for them to reset their life’s course and evolve into something far greater. Something with purpose and flair.
It all begins with a tale of a baby pine tree, surrounded by a thousand grown ones. They were its family, and the baby pine tree felt an instant, unwavering attachment towards each and every one of them. They had an undeniably beautiful connection, for they all shared one purpose in this lifetime, and the next — the nurturing of people and their happy hearts. However, the youthful oblivion of the baby pine tree was blissful; to fulfill their purpose, they would have to die first, and baby pine tree knew nothing of this.
So when baby pine tree’s neigbouring, old and wise pine tree was chopped off by a lumberjack, baby pine tree was perpetually petrified. Snow had fallen, causing it to look as white as a ghost, mirroring exactly how it felt as it wept silently for its fallen elder pine tree.
Over time, as baby pine tree was no longer a baby and had grown into an elder pine tree of its own, it carried a weight of resentment towards mankind for slaughtering its family. How could it possibly wish to satisfy its purpose of bringing happiness to people, when its these very people who bring daunting death to its kind?
However, the day had come where baby pine tree (who was now an old and wise tree) was brought to its fate of being chopped down by its own lumberjack.
“So you have come to end me at last.” The pine tree spoke softly. “At least now I no longer have the shadow of death looming over me for every waking moment I had.”
As the lumberjack lifted his axe, the pine tree sighed, “get on with it, then.”
The pine tree doesn’t remember what quite occurred after it was chopped down, however, when it opened its eyes, it came to the realisation that she was not in her home she was accustomed to.
Instead, it was surrounded by people, in a grandly-lit house, and it gasped, startled when it realised it was adorned with lights of its own. The pine tree was fabulously dressed in colourful lights from head to toe, and wore a pristine crown in the shape of a golden star. Glittering around its leaves were dangling, round and shiny ornaments that added to its wondrous beauty, and the pine tree could not help but let slip a laugh of joy upon the sight of many wrapped presents underneath it.
“Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa la la.” A group of people sang together as they entered the room the pine tree was in, all dressed in colourful and quirky sweaters.
“Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la.” They carried on, causing the pine tree to cry in overwhelming love and happiness.
It now finally understood what its purpose was for. This was it; to celebrate Christmas and bring its own joy to the people who gather around it to sing, and share presents, tell stories, and mingle their laughs in the crisp, cool air.
It was truly magical. Christmas time was a snowy, enchanting time indeed, and pine tree felt more at home than it ever did in its previous lifetime.
