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Oh, Hello, my little friend, I must have missed you the last time I was here,” said the guardian. Stossel Nuburgh was the keeper of the Christmas Trees.

“You’re the perfect size for the children’s orphanage in Bristol. Would you like to be their tree this year? ” Stossel inquired.

The little tree shook with excitement, even dropping several needles. “Then it’s settled. I will notify Father Christmas immediately so his elves can fetch you,” remarked the keeper.

Stossel has been the protector of the Christmas Trees for fifty years, the same as his father and his father’s father before him.

This year would be particularly special for Stossel, as he had received word that Father Christmas had invited him personally to attend the Winter Ball and have Stossel decorate the centerpiece of the ball a Christmas Tree.

Before the night was over, Stossel had sent thousands of trees to the North Pole for Santa to deliver to good girls and boys. Tomorrow would bring the Winter festivities, so the guardian prepared the tree’s decorations.

Right after breakfast, a sleigh pulled by reindeer arrived to pick up the keeper of Christmas Trees and a host of tinsel and shiny balls.

Stossel had selected the most beautiful tree on the farm and sent it ahead the previous day. “I shall make the tree shine with the spirit of Christmas,” said Stossel as he flew north.

Once at Sana’s workshop, Stossel busied himself hanging the tinsel and arranging the glass balls so the tree looked fabulous.

“Ho, Ho, Ho. Why, Stossel, I believe you have captured the spirit of Christmas perfectly,” said Father Christmas.

Later, Mrs. Clause came to meet Stossel and see his work. “So you’re Father Christmas Tree,” remarked Santa’s wife with a big grin.

“I’m just the keeper of the trees and happy to be that,” said Stossel as he blushed.

“You should know Father Christmas has told me that there wouldn’t be a Christmas without your trees. You should be proud of being Father Christmas Tree, a title you have earned,” said Mrs. Clause.

Stossel admired his work, “Perhaps I am the keeper of the trees and Father Christmas Tree after all.”

Stossel knew that Christmas would be a little less festive and a little less bright without his trees.