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Tidy old Mr. Baste was one of the

quiet sort of folk

why, an Englishman upon first meeting

would be quick

to label him a genuinely nice bloke

nothing too fancy made it into his

humble possession

he was brought up through the old school

you see back before even the earliest depression

long before trees were lavishly adorned with

twinkling safe electric lights

happy holiday makers would run the risk of fire

in the home to decorate their pretty pine

branches with brightly lit candle lights

while fine Mr. Baste was never one to put himself

on any form of display

as it is commonly known things often happen to one

in whatever the way

everyone in the valley of Snow chose to light

their tree the usual dangerous yet celebrated way

but Baste chose rightly so not to go such a

reckless route

for he dearly loved his tiny little cottage and

refused to take even a small chance on the

possibility of burning himself out

so, he decided that the proud, tall gray pine

standing in his front yard would simply have to do

for though he did not wish to be different

even more so he wanted his own Christmas tree

that year too

so on one extremely cold New England evening

in the dead of winter

he lit a thousand little white candles and placed

each all over his towering tree

starting at the tremendous center

and it gloriously glowed for all to see

throughout the little valley

from atop his small acre's hill

and everyone out on Christmas Eve noticed its

near to angelic moonlight spill

so like that of a fiery meteor that never once

fell

it shown brightly throughout The Valley of Snow

casting the first so heaven like

Christmas Spell.........................

(Dec. 24, 1993pm)