This story (again) was a project in Bio. I think it was a quite funny one. We were supposed to write a story about our relationship to a tree. This question made me think, because I am actually not the person who has "relationships" with a trees. I tried my best and remained honest about my expierence with the Abies nordmanniana...

The Abies nordmanniana reminds me of good times. Every year during Christmas Time my family and me went to a special place where a lot of different “Christmas trees” grew. You could search for “your” tree and they would cut it directly in front of you and then you could take it home. As a child it was a highlight for me. Running around in the forests of Christmas trees, imagining presents under every single one of them. Each year I had a competition with my brother: “who would choose this year the Christmas tree” but there were some people called: Mom and Dad who thought they need to have an influence on the choice of the tree. And that’s where my relationship started.

As far as I can remember it was the first time when we started to take “fresh”, not-cut Christmas trees. A little girl was running around searching for a good, nice looking tree to beat her older brother. She tried hard and nearly no tree could survive her critical eyes. She needed to win this mental competition, her brother always won but this time the little girl wanted the trophy in form of a Christmas tree. And suddenly the world seemed to stop. She didn’t noticed the cars driving slowly, groaning under the weight of the trees, the other kids jumping around, playing games or the parents which were drinking hot wine, chatting with each other, for a moment there were just the tree and her. The tree seemed to be perfect. It was about 2 meters and 50 centimeters high, the needles had a green-bluish color, it smelled fresh and alive, the stem grew good and straight and there weren’t any holes in the trees-“dress”. The little girl made a step towards her tree, when she touched the needles they weren’t hurting, she was surprised not knowing about trees which needles are not spiny. She was sure that this tree was waiting especially for her and it her. Of course what else? It wasn’t hurting her it had to like her. After a long time of screaming the judges finally let off of their wine and followed the voice of their daughter.  “Darling, how beautiful. You come after your mother I love these kinds of trees. They don’t loose that much needles and they don’t hurt you when you touch them. Did you notice?” It was the female judge also known as the little girl’s mom. “No we can’t take this tree. Look at its height!” “What is wrong with it Dad?” her voice got sad and she looked with huge eyes at her parents. “It’s taller than me.” The huge brown eyes rolled and a little smile came back to her face. “I don’t care dad. This tree likes me and I like it. Mom can I have it?”

And yes the little girl with the brown eyes got her tree and won the competition. For her it was and will forever be an unforgettable Christmas festival.

Years passed. The little girl grew older and older. 10, 12 , 14 and finally 15, but always when she went back to the place to choose the Christmas tree, the little young girl came back and she always will come back. The little Meaningless. - Meaningless