It was a few days before Christmas and the school holidays had begun. The streets and the trees were covered in snow and the whole world seemed ready for Christmas. In one red and white house two children, a little girl about seven and a boy three years older, were eagerly anticipating Christmas. They were so eagerly anticipating that their father was losing his mind and to get them out of the house he told them that they could go into the forest and find one small Christmas tree each to have in their rooms. The two children were ecstatic! They had never before been allowed to have their own tree! The boy was given a small ax and a saw and was sternly told to be careful. He nodded obediently and took his little sister’s hand and together they disappeared into the white and green forest. They walked for a while hand in hand before the little girl exclaimed: Look! Look, there is the perfect tree right there! She pointed to a tall spruce with dense branches covered in snow. Her brother shook his head. “No, no that is too big.” But the little girl wouldn’t take no for an answer so he gave in like he always did when his sister really wanted something. The tree was heavy to carry, but between them they managed. Now it was the boy’s turn to pick one. He didn’t want to let his sister outcompete him so he chose a tree slightly bigger than hers. This tree was even heavier to carry, and the two little children really struggled to get home. The snow seemed to have gotten even deeper since they left their house and they kicked and breathed hard up the hill to their home.
When they finally made it home their father was waiting for them, but when he saw the trees they were carrying his face changed from anticipation to anger. “ I told you to find a small tree each for your rooms! These trees are even too big to fit in our living room!” he shouted angrily. The children’s faces fell. “ But daddy, these were the best trees in the forest!” said the little girl. But when they tried to fit the trees in their rooms they saw that their father had been right. They were much too big. “ Okay, this is what we will do,” said the father after he had calmed down a bit, “We will cut a bit off the bottom of the smallest tree and keep it in the living room as our family tree, the other one will become firewood.”
The boy hung his head a bit, he was disappointed to see his beautiful tree becoming firewood, but his sister smiled from ear to ear knowing that it was her tree that would adorn the living room on Christmas Eve beautifully decorated for all the guests to see. When Christmas Eve finally came the little girl proudly told her grandparents, her cousins and all her uncles and aunts that it was she who had fetched this year’s tree in the forest. Her father, a bit embarrassed, confirmed her story, and they all agreed that that year’s Christmas tree was the most beautiful tree they had ever seen.
This is a true story about my brother and I and one of our childhood Christmases in Norway.
All the illustrations are by the magical Lisi Martin.
What a cute story, fun that it comes from your memories. Merry Christmas!
Thank you so much!! 🧚🏼♀️❤️🧚🏼♀️❤️🧚🏼♀️❤️ Merry Christmas to you too! ✨🎄✨🎄✨🎄✨🎄
🙂 🙂 🙂 So beautiful Line! 🙂 🙂 🙂
Thank you so much, Paul! 🎅🏼🎅🏼🎅🏼
Ah Trini, the things we learn in our amazing journey. That Christmas tree is very much still alive in your heart, it gave its gift perfectly ❤ 😀 ❤ 😀
Yes, it truly is 🎄❤️🎄❤️🎄❤️. I loved it so!
Great story! You have many good tales to share. 🙂
Thank you so much, dear Eliza! ❤️🤶🏻❤️🤶🏻❤️🤶🏻
And what a lovely and sweet story it is and I adore the illustrations, dear sweet Trini!!! Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤ xoxoxoxoxo
Yes, it is a very fun memory 😄😄. I love love love Lisi Martin’s beautiful art too!! ❤️🎄❤️🧚🏼♀️❤️🎄❤️🧚🏼♀️. Lots of love and huge hugs to yo too, dearest Natalie! 🤶🏻❤️🤶🏻❤️🤶🏻❤️
And the same to you my lovely little friend❣️😘🌹❤️❤️❤️xoxoxo
Your brother with an ax at age 3 !! Remarkable story. 🙂
Well, he was three years older than me, so he was ten 😊😊. But my father gave us our first knives when we were 6-7 or perhaps even younger. So we could make boats out of bark and such things. We were allowed to be pretty wild! 😄😄. Like wilderness kids! 😄. But we were definitely taught to respect nature, and only take what we needed. Before I became a vegetarian when I was 11 I had a phase where I only ate wild animals that my father had hunted, like grouse and fish, it only lasted for 6 months before I became full vegetarian, but I still think that is a better and more natural way of eating meat. It is how it happens in the wild. I abhor the meat business! My father also taught us about the different birds and how to tell what bird it was from the song. Both my parents hated plastic and preferred to use wood when it was possible. So I guess I was quite the nature kid! 😄😄😄
Wonderfull. Your childhood was amazing. I developed my love of nature through reading and because it feels like home.
Yes, to me too 🌲❤️🌲❤️🌲
Such a sweet story, Trini! May your Christmas be wonderful ❤
Thank you so much! 🤶🏻🎄🤶🏻🎄🤶🏻🎄. Yours too! ❤️🧚🏼♀️❤️🧚🏼♀️❤️🧚🏼♀️. Merry Christmas!
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It’s a beautiful story, made all the more special because it’s true.
Oh, thank you so much! 🧚🏼♀️❤️🧚🏼♀️❤️🧚🏼♀️❤️. It is a very very fond memory 😊😊
It certainly would be. Happy New Year!
Happy New Year! ✨🥂✨
I’m so glad that I got to see this!
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And I am so happy you saw it too! ❤️🎄❤️🎄❤️🎄
A lovely family tale and very festive thankyou.
Thank you so much! 🎄🧚🏼♀️🎄🧚🏼♀️🎄🧚🏼♀️. I am so happy you enjoyed it! 🎅🏼🦌🎅🏼🦌🎅🏼🦌