o little tree.
we drove for hours to find you.
i am so sorry that we left you alone on the porch while we frightened you and left you caught in the crossfire.
forgive us for the trimming and primping. we really do think that you are unique and wonderfully made.
we would never ask you to conform to our standard.
oliver didn't mean to offend you, really. he didn't realize his own strength when he sent you plummeting into the floor and your star shooting across the room.
i know it's tough to be ours.
but you fit right in.
O little guy- our Christmas tree.