A little fir tree grew at the edge of the forest. Behind it, the great pines towered, and an oak tree spread its shadow far and wide. Birds build their nests in the pines, squirrels eat the nuts and acorns. Children even build a tree house in the oak. But nobody thinks the fir tree is useful. It is just too little.
The little tree hates being so small. Someday I’ll show them, the fir tree thought. But it didn’t know how. Then one day the snow begins to fall. Christmas is coming, and Christmas is a time of magical surprises — sometimes even for a little fir tree.