The Fir Tree

A Little Fir Tree grew in a forest. Surrounded by older trees wishes he was tall too. Every year men came and chopped down the trees around him, and the Little Fir Tree wished that he too was big enough to be chopped down so he could start the next bit of his adventure. The animals told him to enjoy being young, to enjoy the air in the forest and the sunshine and the rain, but the Little Fir Tree was not content, for he believed that better things awaited him. One day it was his turn and he was chopped down and loaded onto the back of a truck. The next thing he knew he was given pride of place in a room in a house and decorated with gold and silver and baubles, and every day children came in and gasped at his beauty and the Little Fir Tree thought his Christmas had come at last. But then the Little Fir Tree started to wilt and his needles fell off, and one day he was stripped of his gold and silver and baubles and burnt as firewood.