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They all were getting ready Buh it still far away said the trees. A tiny tree said what far away? Association with man the smell of their home and the joy of the season. He still didn't understand. He didn't get it so he prayed all the time for man to come in so he could see what they were talking. He saw a smelly old man reeking of alcohol and the saliaver drilling from his mouth is horror. He called to an older tree. I have a man resting on me. His smell is bad and his breath is foul. Is this the stench of Christmas? He asked. The bigger tree replied. Christmas is only for legend tree and have not been lucky enough. So he said. The little tree asked this is not luck it a foul smell I perceive. His breath in mine is killing and destructive. All of the trees were moving forward as the season Goes bye because they know what closer. Some tress whisper. I wish to be the wheel of Santa another said I wish a Christmas tree. This little tree shifted more and more in the wilderness. Hoping that one day he would not get picked for this hilarious idea. Little and tiny sticks move to the front. Saying I want to be attached to a man snow. That dream is not bigger than me. So one tree asked him it almost Christmas why are u moving to where I came? Don't u want to feel the joy of Christmas? He said Christmas? That an hilarious idea. He kept moving to the back.until 5years passed this tree became too big to move to the front as all other trees leave him behind. So he said I will manage to move forward a bit as the forest is getting lonely and dark. He crawled for five more years to move half of his distance. He became so tired that he had to stop. That Christmas. A branch of his was taken off for a little Christmas tree for some orpahange home. The smell of the home. The joy he seems to have brought. The presents loaded beneath him and the much love. Then he wished Christmas was never over. So he busted in tears saying I deprive myself of the joy of Christmas way too long.
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