(Image and Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
Once upon a time, in a small town blanketed with snow, there lived a little boy named David. David was excited because this was his very first Christmas in his new home, and he couldn't wait to decorate the Christmas tree with his family.
It was the evening after Thanksgiving when his parents brought in the tree—tall and proud, with branches like arms reaching to the ceiling. The lights twinkled like tiny stars, and the smell of fresh pine filled the room. David’s eyes grew wide with wonder as his mom and dad carefully hung the sparkling ornaments.
But David, though excited, was a little unsure. He had never decorated a tree before, and he wasn’t sure where his place was in this special tradition. As his parents hung golden bells and colorful baubles, David stood quietly by, watching.
That’s when his mother noticed him and smiled. “David,” she said softly, “I think there’s one ornament just for you.”
David’s eyes widened. “For me?”
His mom walked over to a box tucked in the corner of the room. She pulled out a small, delicate ornament that shone like the evening sky—an old glass star, its surface shimmering with gold and silver swirls. “This,” she said, “was the very first ornament your dad and I bought when we started our family. It’s special. And now, it’s your turn to hang it on the tree.”
David’s heart swelled with warmth as he held the ornament in his hands. It was so light, it almost felt like it could float away. He could see the reflection of the twinkling lights dancing across its surface, like a little piece of magic caught inside.
"Do you know why this ornament is so special?" his dad asked, kneeling down beside him.
David shook his head, gazing at the star in awe.
“Every year,” his dad explained, “we hang this ornament to remind us of all the love and memories we’ve created together as a family. And now, this star will be part of your memories, too. Each time you hang it, you’re adding to the story of our Christmases."
David felt a little thrill inside. He carefully walked to the tree, his small hand trembling just a little as he reached up to place the star at the very top. It felt just right, as if the star had been waiting there for him all along.
As he stepped back to admire the tree, David felt a warmth in his heart. The star didn’t just shine with lights, but with the love of the people around him. It was his very first ornament, and it would always remind him of his family, his home, and the magic of Christmas.
That night, as snowflakes fell gently outside, David curled up in his bed, the soft glow of the Christmas tree lighting up the room. He smiled to himself, feeling safe and peaceful, knowing that every Christmas from now on, the star would shine above them, a symbol of everything that made their family special.
And as he drifted off to sleep, David knew that with each passing year, the tree—and the star—would only grow brighter, just like the love in his heart.
~Wylddane
It was the evening after Thanksgiving when his parents brought in the tree—tall and proud, with branches like arms reaching to the ceiling. The lights twinkled like tiny stars, and the smell of fresh pine filled the room. David’s eyes grew wide with wonder as his mom and dad carefully hung the sparkling ornaments.
But David, though excited, was a little unsure. He had never decorated a tree before, and he wasn’t sure where his place was in this special tradition. As his parents hung golden bells and colorful baubles, David stood quietly by, watching.
That’s when his mother noticed him and smiled. “David,” she said softly, “I think there’s one ornament just for you.”
David’s eyes widened. “For me?”
His mom walked over to a box tucked in the corner of the room. She pulled out a small, delicate ornament that shone like the evening sky—an old glass star, its surface shimmering with gold and silver swirls. “This,” she said, “was the very first ornament your dad and I bought when we started our family. It’s special. And now, it’s your turn to hang it on the tree.”
David’s heart swelled with warmth as he held the ornament in his hands. It was so light, it almost felt like it could float away. He could see the reflection of the twinkling lights dancing across its surface, like a little piece of magic caught inside.
"Do you know why this ornament is so special?" his dad asked, kneeling down beside him.
David shook his head, gazing at the star in awe.
“Every year,” his dad explained, “we hang this ornament to remind us of all the love and memories we’ve created together as a family. And now, this star will be part of your memories, too. Each time you hang it, you’re adding to the story of our Christmases."
David felt a little thrill inside. He carefully walked to the tree, his small hand trembling just a little as he reached up to place the star at the very top. It felt just right, as if the star had been waiting there for him all along.
As he stepped back to admire the tree, David felt a warmth in his heart. The star didn’t just shine with lights, but with the love of the people around him. It was his very first ornament, and it would always remind him of his family, his home, and the magic of Christmas.
That night, as snowflakes fell gently outside, David curled up in his bed, the soft glow of the Christmas tree lighting up the room. He smiled to himself, feeling safe and peaceful, knowing that every Christmas from now on, the star would shine above them, a symbol of everything that made their family special.
And as he drifted off to sleep, David knew that with each passing year, the tree—and the star—would only grow brighter, just like the love in his heart.
~Wylddane
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