The scene opens with a single snowflake falling onto the top of a large sturdy tree. The vast open valley spreads far and wide, as this beautiful tree stands on a hill next to a soft and quiet stream. Surrounding its trunk and ground digging roots are twelve little saplings. They sit next to their mother, as if listening to one of her tales of long ago,
of years long gone by of an earlier snow.
The snowflake just settles on a leaf at her top,
and followed by more so gently they drop.
There's an old house not far 'cross the stream's other side,
filled with music and lights and sweet fragrance inside.
The voices are carried with carols of joy.
As momma tells to her children of their history.
A seedling like them a long time ago,
loved and enriched, nourished to grow.
She told of the tales of their home's Christmas Tree,
on a hill where she stood. Part of one big family.
"Momma, tell us that story again.
We'd love to hear it forever.
Cause truly this story, it hasn't an end,
'long as we remember eachother."
Merry Christmas, and if we can't be together, we can be in our thoughts and prayers.
