First Tree
By Sharon Lask Munson
He trudges down from the hills through knee deep snow dragging our first Christmas tree positions the tall fir by the front window where the pale light of a winter’s day illuminates a bird nest hidden deep in its branches. Speechless, we stare at the gift aware of the legend luck, health, and happiness brought to those who are so fortunate.
Val Weston—stock.adobe.com
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