FIRLING'S FRIEND
By: Molly Ippolito Word Count: 250 Firling breathed in the cold, crisp breeze. Though he stood only as tall as the park bench beside him, he could still sense the yuletide in the air. Firling’s thin branches stood still. He could hear the warm laughter in the snow covered park. His scarce pine needles vibrated with joy as the sweet notes of Christmas carols echoed off the frozen pond. ‘Tis the season! Firling thought. Soon I’ll be dressed in my Christmas best! Firling watched as rows of nearby trees were adorned with colorful ornaments. Yards of beautiful garland twisted and twirled around his tree neighbors. Bright stars twinkled and angels perched atop trees as far as Firling could see. Who will decorate me? Firling worried. Suddenly a small girl approached. “Aw! Poor, little tree! You’re the only bare one in the park.” Firling felt his bare branches sag. “Oh Christmas Tree, I can help! You stay right here! I’ll be back!” Time passed and Firling began to worry that the girl wouldn’t come back. As the sun was just starting to set, the girl returned. Carefully, she hung hand cut paper hearts from Firling’s branches. She wrapped long strands of braided yarn from trunk to tree top. Finally, she placed a brightly painted cardboard star on Firling’s highest branch. The girl beamed at her work. “Oh, little tree! How lovely are your branches!” The little girl flashed Firling one last smile, before heading down the sidewalk. Here I am, Firling thought. Dressed in my Christmas best! Image courtesy of: The Post & Courier
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AuthorMy name is Molly Ippolito. But, my 3rd graders call me Mrs. Ippy! I love to learn, I love to teach, I love to write. Archives
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