Merry Christmas 2018!
This Man He was much like his grandfather as both were large and burly men. They let their hair grow from their heads and faces like the unkempt bushes deep in the forest. They both had brown eyes, which were indistinguishable from mud, and both of their teeth were more crooked than my own branches. Unlike his grandfather who had planted much of this forest, this man did not simply walk amongst us; he talked to us. He would often come and walk among us, quite often, in fact. Every evening as the sun crested over the ocean of trees, he would stroll through the forest and come right up to me. Every day he brought an ax and a rope, nothing more and nothing less. He would tell me about his life and what he did. His sorrows and satisfactions were notes strung amongst an eager audience. We hung on every word. The days turned from months to years. Within this time, he went from standing in my shade, to sitting against me, and finally climbing up and laying in my branches. He shared som