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Long before there are any Christmas presents to be found -- or hanging on the door a festive wreath for you to see; preceding any mouth-watering foods or fancy decorations all around -- there must at first come the Wondrous Christmas Tree. Standing so majestically from the floor up to the roof. Quite perfectly hand-picked and just as nearly childproof. The smell is more than pine -- it’s more like fresh snow-covered woods. Filled with anxious anticipation, the culmination of childhood. But if that’s not quite enough -- strings of electric brilliance are wrapped ‘round and ‘round. Ornaments and candy canes keep children exquisitely spellbound. And up upon the very top an angel sits so daintily -- watching o{cver everyone and the Wondrous Christmas Tree. |
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