Old Aine....I have one here based on my favourite childhood Christmas memories...when everone...my aunts and uncles and my grandparents and my mother and me would all go out to the hills and search for the perfect Christmas tree....

The Perfect Tree

Slogging up and down, burrowing through the waist deep snow, seven of them on this sacred journey, searching for the perfect tree.

They surround the party, soldiers of the forest, guards reaching their green arms high in praise to the snow flecked clouds, pine cones hanging from each hand.

Suddenly, like a star from the east, the winter sun stretches down his limbs of frozen light to bejewel the crown of a young tree. Voices call out amongst the seven, saying this is the one!

The eldest pulls the cord, and a chainsaw sings its joy across the North Idaho countryside as the pine smashes into the snow burdened ground.

They pick their prize from the floor and carry it amongst themselves, triumphant in their success in obtaining the perfect tree.

nt

line breaks added by mudelf ;-)