When I Grow Up

Annie69 By Annie69, 28th Nov 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Listen as an elder tells a Christmas story to a little one.
Originally published in "Well Versed: Literary Works 2009"

Tell me a story

“Tell me a story,” said the little one.

“Ok,” said the elder.

“Once upon a time,” he began, “ not so very long ago, there was a little village nestled in a valley at the bottom of a hill topped with evergreens. Now those trees could watch the fine folks of that little community year round. And they WERE fine folks, too. They lived the Golden Rule and Ten Commandments everyday of the year. When someone was ill or needed help, there was always someone ready to pitch in and lend a hand. Chores got done and whole meals turned up at dinnertime. And no one ever paid back a kindness; they always passed it on to the next person in need.


“But every year in mid-November, things would begin to change. The aroma of turkeys roasting, pumpkin pies baking and other traditional foods cooking all mingled together and permeated the air from one end of town to the other and all the way up the hill to the evergreens. It was Thanksgiving and all the townspeople would thank God for their blessings and eat their fill. In the evening they would settle down to rest in quiet contentment.

“But the trees knew. Tomorrow the Christmas season would begin.

The Christmas season

“Bright and early the next morning, several men with axes would climb the hill to the evergreens. They would be looking for a Christmas tree. Not just any tree, mind you. They were looking for a tree twelve to fifteen feet tall and shaped just so. Once found, this perfect specimen would be chopped down and carefully transported to the town square where it would be placed on display. Then a group of people would decorate the tree with lights, garland, and as many ornaments as they could get on it. On the very top they would place a star.

“By noon on Saturday, many evergreens would have been chopped down and the town decorated in beautiful splendor. Christmas trees could be seen in every place of business and silver bells could be heard with the arrival and departure of every shopper. Music filled the air much as the smells of cooking did days earlier. This would go on for weeks.

“On the evening of December 24th, all the townspeople would gather around that big beautiful lighted Christmas tree on the square and sing Christmas carols.

“That night Santa would come and in the morning all the kids would find presents under their own Christmas trees.”


“Wow!” said the little one when the story was finished. “It must be somethin’ to be chosen to be a Christmas tree.”

“It is,” said the elder as he watched the men approaching with their axes.

Later, as the men carefully carried the elder down the hill toward the town square, the little one said, “When I grow up, I want to be a Christmas tree, too.”


Childrens Fiction, Christmas, Christmas Stories

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History column appears weekly in local newspaper. Also news, human interest, and pictures. My fiction and poems have appeared in literary anthologies and I've written 3 novels

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author avatar WOGIAM
28th Nov 2014 (#)

This is a simple but beautiful story. Yes, it is special to be choosen to bring delight, beauty, joy to families especially children at Christmas.

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author avatar Garrett
30th Nov 2014 (#)

Great Story! :-)

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