VOL. V, NO. 6
DECEMBER 13, 1963
Evolution Of A Yule Tree
By Linda Wright '65
Not so many months ago, I stood among generations of trees, all growing healthily like me. I was a beautiful sight with my sparkling green boughs reaching out into the fresh Wisconsin air, and my highest pinnacle almost touching the sky. Just when I should be covered with snow and surrounded by all of my friends, I am now in a large city surrounded by strangers. Oh, these dreadful decorations they have hung on me.
Not so many months ago, I stood among generations of trees, all growing healthily like me. I was a beautiful sight with my sparkling green boughs reaching out into the fresh Wisconsin air, and my highest pinnacle almost touching the sky. Just when I should be covered with snow and surrounded by all of my friends, I am now in a large city surrounded by strangers. Oh, these dreadful decorations they have hung on me.
The first night at this strange place came as both a surprise and a disappointment to me. The sun was just setting, and darkness was closing in quickly. At last I was alone without the eyes of so many people watching every move my branches made. Suddenly, I was lit all over! A Christmas tree! Countless numbers of people, young and old, let out a sigh of gladness and started singing glorious words before me. The night was no longer lonely and frightening, but bright and warm like the next day to follow.