Sorry I haven't done this in a while. I've been really busy now that I'm working (for those of you who did not know this, yes, I have started working. No, hell has not frozen over.) Anyway, I just found a story Preston wrote for his class about a Christmas tree that I was impressed with, so for the family members who are interested, I'll post. Everyone else may be totally bored with this, but it's my kid, I get to brag.
I was a small pine tree at the edge of the forest. No animals ever paid attention to me. One day a warthog was in a bad mood. It's tusks were covered with mud, bugs and flowers. It came to me to rub it off. Then, one day a young boy and his dad came and put ornaments on me. They did this every year for every holiday. But most of all, they cared for me all year long. Christmas is the best holiday ever. Even was I reached over their heads, I was still the perfect little Christmas tree they loved. Finally, I was about to die, and I was used to make a house so I can always be with the ones I love. I love it when the kids invite friends over, and they still decorate me for Christmas every year.
