The Legend of the Christmas Tree

The Legend of the Christmas Tree
By Lucy Wheelock

Two little children were sitting by the fire one cold winter’s night. All at once they heard a 
timid knock at the door, and one ran to open it.
 There, outside in the cold and the darkness, stood a child with no shoes upon his feet and clad in
 thin, ragged garments.

He was shivering with cold, and he asked to come in and warm himself.
 “Yes, come,” cried both the children; “you shall have our place by the fire. Come in!”

They drew the little stranger to their warm seat and shared their supper with him, and gave him 
their bed, while they slept on a hard bench.
 In the night they were awakened by strains of sweet music and, looking out, they saw a band of
 children in shining garments approaching the house. They were playing on golden harps, and the
 air was full of melody.

Suddenly the Stranger Child stood before them; no longer cold and ragged, but clad in silvery
 His soft voice said: “I was cold and you took Me in. I was hungry, and you fed Me. I was tired, 
and you gave Me your bed. I am the Christ Child, wandering through the world to bring peace 
and happiness to all good children. As you have given to Me, so may this tree every year give 
rich fruit to you.

So saying, He broke a branch from the fir tree that grew near the door, and He planted it in the
 ground and disappeared. But the branch grew into a great tree, and every year it bore
 wonderful golden fruit for the kind children.

From “For the Children’s Hour,” by Bailey and Lewis. Used by permission of the authors and the
 publishers—Milton Bradley Company.

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