Once upon a time, in a grand, snowy forest, I grew tall and proud, dreaming of one day becoming a cherished Christmas tree.

Through rain, snow, and wind, I stood strong, wondering, 'Am I tall enough? Are my branches full enough for Christmas ornaments to shine on me?'

At last, I was cut down with care and brought to a bustling, cheerful Christmas tree lot to meet families looking for their perfect tree.

One by one, families came and went, choosing other trees with fuller branches or taller trunks. Each time, I wondered if anyone would pick me.

Day after day, I stood alone while the other trees found homes. Families said, 'It’s too short,’ or, ‘Its branches are too thin.’

On Christmas Eve, when the lights dimmed and the lot was empty, I felt abandoned and thought I’d never fulfill my dream of being a Christmas tree.

As I stood in the winter chill, a man appeared, shabby in his clothes but smiling warmly. 'I’ll take you home,' he said.

He brought me to his humble tent and spoke gently. 'You’re not too small or thin. I see your beauty, little tree,' he reassured me.

In his hands, my branches became wooden sparrows, gifts for others to remind them of their value and God’s love.

Though I wasn’t adorned with ornaments and lights, I found my purpose: to bring joy and remind others they’re never alone.