He could see them approaching from off in the distance. His family huddled nearby and watched from a safe distance. The words of the elders echoed in his head, "Every tree has it's time", they had taught him, "whether you live and die in the forest or are a chosen one, for all there is a beginning, middle and end, God will choose who will become the chosen, He will place the desire within the heart of the man."
So as the people came closer he stood tall. He was proud to be a tree of the Noble clan. At that moment he felt both humbled and magnificent!

He is chosen! He is chosen! It had come to pass as the elders had told him, "you will be released from the ground, and your spirit will soar as a bright, new star"...you will not know fear, only joy!" His family looked upward and thanked God choosing their son for His honor. Among many trees, chosen to help celebrate the birth of THE CHOSEN ONE! What a gift to be decorated in His Honor!

It had been a few hours since the Noble Fir had been taken away from his family yet his spirit-star still shined brightly. It's beauty caused their hearts to shine. Although it was mid-winter, the light warmed the night all that evening and for many nights to follow. They lifted their limbs in praise.

He arrived at what seemed somewhat a shack of a house, almost buried in the snowdrifts that surrounded it. But anywhere the Chosen would be glorified was where he wanted to go.
He felt so honored to serve Him.
As the people brought him toward the house, he got a glimpse of a window surrounded by pretty lights, "I thank God for this night!” He knew his family would be proud of him, giving their praise to the Chosen one and honoring Him.

So it came to pass that the chosen tree was decorated in Honor of the Christ-Child. The tree beamed radiantly with love for it's Creator, and with a grateful heart, he honored God’s Son, The King of Kings, the Messiah, The Chosen One on the Eve and day of the celebration of His Birth.

The End