I like the story of the 4 year old boy from Nashville who went with his grandfather into the woods to select a Christmas tree. They tramped all over, but the boy couldn’t find a tree that suited him. Finally, it began to get dark and cold, and the grandfather said they would have to quit looking. "We’ll have to take the next tree." he said flatly.
The boy looked up sadly and said: "Even if it doesn’t have any lights either?"
You see, for that boy, just any old tree wasn’t a Christmas tree… FOR HIM, the only tree worthy of being a
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