BLESSED PINE TREE

Graciously, wisely, and with many a feather-cluster, in the sanctified evening, in the warmth of a small but happy family, in a cosy and starlit room, sits a Christmas tree.

On its four-branched crown a pearly star shone, and with its needle-leaves it gently caressed the many rainbow ornaments wreathed around it. Among them were fruitful and fiery-red apples, golden honeyed nuts and all the good things of earth, many winter cakes and hazelnuts, crystal balls moulded from snowflakes by angels and elves, and many ornaments, like a gentleman or a pretty lady, dressed up in the most important symbol of Christmas!

For the holiday can and should only be celebrated with family and friends, and the crowned king of the forest: The hallowed Christmas tree, like a family member, stands guard as a kind and elderly, bearded grandfather over the merciful and everlasting moments of festive happiness.

Its fragrance: pleasantly honeyed, as if it were a gingerbread cake baked on the spot and cherished in the oven, its prickly arms dancing mischievously with toy marionettes and pearl-light angels, its trunk undulating as gracefully as a swan-gallery on a crystal lake, looking for its young bride,

her rainbow-burning gown of electric embers, always sneaking a halo into the sleepy and sooty darkness.So do I like you, dear and beautiful, pearl-scented, honeyed with good resin, the eternal and only dear Christmas tree, warming the hearts of men with the warmth of love.