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Greetings!
This tree! This glorious evergreen,
the tall, strong symbol of the season,
sprouts from the tiniest, humble seed,
opening its boughs to every need.
From dirt it rises mighty, high, alone and circles back grown, to all our homes. Some nestle light strings as we all sing. Some become hardy studs lifting snow.
Back to earth they, and we, all soon go to warm a seed, and once again grow. Christmas sings life came, died, and then rose once more. We send our joy to your door. | 
