The Little Fir Tree

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and , of course , paying my amazing editor , katie , for today's episode . When looking through old books of holiday stories , I found a wonderful story about the creation of all the beautiful kinds of trees called the Little Fir Tree . So snuggle up in your blankets and have sweet dreams .

He made all sorts of trees to use for building houses and making things to furnish the houses Oak , maple , elm , ash , mahogany , rosewood and many more , as you well know . Then he made all sorts of trees to bear food , fruits , nuts , olives and queer things like breadfruit and coconuts . And he made lovely trees Just to look pretty .

He made dogwood , magnolia , horse chestnut and holly , then the tree master Magnolia , horse chestnut and holly . Then the tree master gave each tree its orders about blooming , blossoms and bearing fruit . And at last the tree master thought his work was about done and he turned to go away .

Oh please , sir , said an anxious little voice , aren't you going to give me anything nice to do ? Who was speaking ? Growled the tree master in a voice of thunder , it's only I . And , in a very trembly tone , reached his ear I'm a little fir tree and I'm neither beautiful nor useful .

You're good enough , said the tree master as he glanced at the poor little thing . Behave yourself and no one will notice you . But they did notice her . The springtime came and all the fruit trees put on their beautiful blossom frogs and they jeered at the forlorn little fir tree . Ho , said the apple tree Look at my pink and white garb . Is it not exquisite ?

Don't you wish you could be dressed like this ? The poor little fir tree looked on with longing eyes , but she was too crushed to reply . And see mine , vaunted the peach tree . Was there ever such a perfect shade of color as I wear , how it is set off by my green leaves ?

The little fir tree , though tempted to envy them , had a generous heart and she said your clothes are indeed beautiful . Oh , apple tree and peach tree , I never saw more delicate and lovely coloring . Indeed , I wish I might dress like that . I have my old dull needles . And see me , cried the cherry tree .

After all , there's nothing more beautiful than my pure white with touches of feathery green . True , true , agreed the little fir tree . The colors are all so lovely I scarce know which to choose . The fruit trees tossed their blossomy branches and showers of dainty petals fell all around . Oh , cried the little fir tree , enraptured . I never saw anything so wonderful .

If only I had been made like that . But the fruit trees paid little heed to the fir tree's lament . Trees paying little heed to the fir tree's lament . They were so busy admiring themselves and flaunting their glories to the breeze . Then the wood trees broke into their soft spring greens .

Look at me , said a young maple proudly , is not my pale , yellowy green as lovely as the pink and white of the fruit trees ? And gazing at the delicate shade of the tiny leaves , the little fir tree admitted that it was . Admitted that it was .

Oh , she said with a deep sigh , if I could have that soft light green to wear , I wouldn't ask for pink blossoms . But how I hate my old dull needles . The oaks and elms put out their young green also , and the feathery willows down by the brook waved young wyeths like fairy wands .

As every fresh beauty unfolded , the poor little fir tree wept anew and wished the tree master had given her the like and wished the tree master had given her the like . But so engrossed were the trees in watching their own decorations that they paid small heed to the sad little fir tree . And then summer came .

The fir tree felt sure New beauties would come to her trees . She almost hoped some wonderful change might come to her , but she watched and waited in vain . The others though , ah , how they reveled in their happiness .

The fruit trees fairly laughed aloud under the happiness of fruit Saucy red cherries , crimson , velvet peaches , mellow golden apples , dewy purple plums Everywhere a riot of color , fragrance and sweetness . How they boasted . Oh , little fir tree . They said what would you give for glories like these ?

And the poor , forlorn little fir tree shook with sorrow to her very heart . She replied Ah , if I might be like that , too bad , said the peaches carelessly , and they went about their business , which was to hold their soft cheeks up toward the sun that he might kiss them till they blushed .

Yes , too bad , chattered the pears , not heeding what they were saying , as they swayed gently on their stems while they slowly ripened to a golden and rosy glow . The poor little fir tree shuddered at their cruel indifference , which was even harder to bear than their outright scorn . And the shade trees were just as bad . And then autumn came .

Oh , the triumphs of the trees . Then , the wonderful flaming banners of scarlet and gold that they flung out to dazzle all nature , the rich depths of bronze and crimson that lurked mysteriously in their thick foliage . The little fir tree marveled Is there no end to their magnificence ?

She thought Must I ever see more and more of these wonders that I may not share ? And the poor little thing wept until her needles lay in a pool all around her feet . The willows down by the brook saw her and they wept in sympathy . The little fir tree saw the weeping willows and she was grateful for the kind thought .

Saw the weeping willows and she was grateful for the kind thought , but so saddened that she only wept more needles to the ground and the nut trees . They shook their nuts in her very face and taunted her afresh with her uselessness and her lack of beauty . The little fir tree thought that she would die . And then the tree master came walking around .

Hey , hey , what's this ? He exclaimed as he saw the sadness of the little fir tree In a burst of woe . The fir tree told him all her trials and sorrows . Oh , poo-poo , said the old tree master who was really most kind-hearted . Have you forgotten all this ? All through the winter , the other trees will be shivering and shaking in bare boughs .

They will have no beauty and they will be shivering and shaking in bare boughs . They will have no beauty , and they will be sad and forlorn . You will be green and handsome , and then you can ask them why they look so ugly and downcast .

The fir tree cheered up a little , for , though not vindictive , she had been so scorned by the other trees that she was glad to look pretty in the winter when they were forlorn and bare . And yet somehow she felt it was not enough .

To be sure , she was green and glossy and shapely , and all the other trees looked really ugly , but she had no gay-colored blossoms and no rich fruits or nuts . The kind old tree master laughed when he heard this . He was not so busy now and he could listen to the troubles of his little fir tree . Ho ho , he said . So you want fruit and flowers , do you ?

Well , I rather guess we can fix that . Hereafter you shall bear wonderful fruit and flowers and nuts every winter when the other trees are impatiently waiting for spring , and the blossoms and fruits you show Shall far , far excel Anything they have ever flaunted in your face . The little fir tree Could scarcely believe this good news , but it was true .

The tree master ordered that she should be the Christmas tree , and so every winter the fir tree blossoms out in marvelous blooms of colored gold . Her branches are hung with wondrous fruits such as never grew on a summer tree .

Nuts are there , and more holly berries than the holly tree herself ever showed , and more holly berries than the holly tree herself ever showed . And high above crowning the glorified fir tree , the Christmas star sheds its rays , in a blessing never bestowed on any other tree .

Longer ago than you ever heard of and farther away than you ever dreamed , the great tree master went out to make the trees . Now , the making of trees was a most important matter and the tree master put his whole mind to it .

He made all sorts of trees to use for building houses and making things to furnish the houses Oak , maple , elm ash , mahogany , rosewood and many more , as you well know . Then he made all sorts of trees to bear food Fruits , nuts , olives and queer things like breadfruit and coconuts . And he made lovely trees just to look pretty .

And he made lovely trees just to look pretty . He made dogwood , magnolia , horse chestnut and holly . Then the tree master gave each tree its orders about blooming , blossoms and bearing fruit . And at last the tree master thought his work was about done and he turned to go away .

Oh please , sir , said an anxious little voice , aren't you going to give me anything nice to do ? Who is speaking ? Growled the tree master in a voice of thunder it's only I . And in a very trembly tone , reached his ear . I'm a little fir tree and I'm neither beautiful nor useful .

You're good enough , said the tree master as he glanced at the poor little thing . Behave yourself and no one will notice you . But they did notice her . The springtime came and all the fruit trees put on their beautiful blossom frogs , and they jeered at the forlorn little fir tree . Ho , said the apple tree , look at my pink and white garb .

Is it not exquisite ? Don't you wish you could be dressed like this ? The poor little fir tree looked on with longing eyes , but she was too crushed to reply . And see mine , vaunted the peach tree . Was there ever such a perfect shade of color as I wear , how it is set off by my green leaves ?

The little fir tree , though tempted to envy them , had a generous heart and she said your clothes are indeed beautiful . Oh , apple tree and peach tree , I never saw more delicate and lovely coloring . Indeed , I wish I might dress like that . I have my old dull needles . And see me , cried the cherry tree .

After all , there's nothing more beautiful than my pure white with touches of feathery green . True , true , agreed the little fir tree . The colors are also lovely . I scarce know which to choose . The fruit trees tossed their blossomy branches and showers of dainty petals fell all around . Oh , cried the little fir tree , enraptured . I never saw anything so wonderful .

If only I had been made like that . But the fruit trees paid little heed to the fir trees' lament . They were so busy admiring themselves and flaunting their glories to the breeze . Then the wood trees broke into their soft spring greens . Look at me , said a young maple proudly .

Is not my pale yellowy green as lovely as the pink and white of the fruit trees ? And gazing at the delicate shade of the tiny leaves , the little fir tree admitted that it was . Oh , she said with a deep sigh , if I could have that soft , light green to wear , I wouldn't ask for pink blossoms . But how I hate my old dull needles .

The oaks and elms put out their young green also , and the feathery willows down by the brook waved young wyeths like fairy wands . As every fresh beauty unfolded , the poor little fir tree wept anew and wished the tree master had given her the like .

But so engrossed were the trees in watching their own decorations that they paid small heed to the sad little fir tree , to the sad little fir tree . And then summer came . The fir tree felt sure New beauties would come to her trees . She almost hoped some wonderful change might come to her , but she watched and waited in vain .

The others though , ah , how they reveled in their happiness . The fruit trees fairly laughed aloud under the happiness of fruit Saucy red cherries , crimson , velvet peaches , mellow golden , golden apples , dewy purple plums , everywhere a riot of color , fragrance and sweetness . How they boasted . Oh , little fir tree . They said , what would you give for glories like these ?

And the poor , forlorn little fir tree shook with sorrow to her very heart . She replied oh , if I might be like that , too bad , said the peaches carelessly , and they went about their business , which was to hold their soft cheeks up toward the sun that he might kiss them till they blushed .

Yes , too bad , chattered the pears , not heeding what they were saying , as they swayed gently on their stems , stems while they slowly ripened to a golden and rosy glow . The poor little fir tree shuddered at their cruel indifference , which was even harder to bear than their outright scorn . And the shade trees were just as bad . And then autumn came .

Oh , the triumphs of the trees . Then the wonderful flaming banners of scarlet and gold that they flung out to dazzle all nature , the rich depths of bronze and crimson that lurked mysteriously in their thick foliage . The little fir tree marveled . Is there no end to their magnificence ? She thought .

Must I ever see more and more of these wonders that I may not share ? And the poor little thing wept until her needles lay in a pool all around her feet . The willows down by the brook saw her and they wept in sympathy . Down by the brook saw her and they wept in sympathy .

The little fir tree saw the weeping willows and she was grateful for the kind thought but so saddened that she only wept more needles to the ground and the nut trees . They shook their nuts in her very face and taunted her afresh with her uselessness and her lack of beauty . The little fir tree thought that she would die .

And then the tree master came walking around . Hey , hey , what's this ? He exclaimed as he saw the sadness of the little fir tree In a burst of woe . The fir tree told him all her trials and sorrows . Oh poo-poo , said the old tree master , who was really most kind-hearted . Have you forgotten all this ?

All through the winter the other trees will be shivering and shaking in bare boughs . They will have no beauty and they will be sad and forlorn . You will be green and handsome , and then you can ask them why they look so ugly and downcast .

The fir tree cheered up a little , for , though not vindictive , she had been so scorned by the other trees and she was glad to look pretty in the winter when they were forlorn and bare . And yet somehow she felt it was not enough .

To be sure , she was green and glossy and shapely , and all the other trees looked really ugly , but she had no gay-colored blossoms and no rich fruits or nuts . The kind old tree master laughed when he heard this . He was not so busy now and he could listen to the troubles of his little fir tree . Ho ho , he said so you want fruit and flowers , do you ?

Well , I rather guess we can fix that . Hereafter you shall bear wonderful fruit and flowers and nuts every winter when the other trees are impatiently waiting for spring , and the blossoms and fruits you show shall far , far excel anything they have ever flaunted in your face . The little fir tree could scarcely believe this good news , but it was true .

The tree master ordered that she should be the Christmas tree . The tree master ordered that she should be the Christmas tree , and so every winter the fir tree blossoms out in marvelous blooms of color and gold . Her branches are hung with wondrous fruits such as never grew on a summer tree .

Nuts are there , and more holly berries than the holly tree herself ever showed no-transcript .