The Tree On The Hill
by Helen Frazee-Bower
T he S tevens family were spending their Christmas vacation at their cabin in the mountains. The children were delighted at the prospect of go ing out on the hillside to cut down their very own little Christmas tree. They were now dressed in warm sweaters and scarves and could hardly wait for Father’s return from the village so they could get started. Janey kept skipping about the room chanting: “ Tree on the hill, Tree on the hill”— Finally Jack grew tired of it and countered with: Mather laughed. “We can’t go un til Father comes. You’d better just sit down and wait. Your prancing around won’t bring him any sooner. Come sit here beside me and I will tell you a story.” “ Oh boy! That will make t h e time fly,” said the children and they came and sat beside her. Mother began: This is the story of The Tree on the Hill. It is a story for all children “W ill you be still? W ill you be still?”
THE KING'S BUSINESS
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