" I thought I put a present for you under the tree." I said to my shared apartment renter. I looked around but I didn't find it.
She sighed, It was the Christmas's Angel. We all laughed. I received so many presents I ha d to put three quarters of them in storage.
The next day in college art I threw up. " I am pregnant," I happily shouted.
We threw our Christmas tree in the burn pile. I noticed something different about it, it was just so glaringly green. Pulsing as if it were alive.
That night a strong wing blew the Christmas's tree through my bedroom window. I shrieked, then I realized I could make a staff out of the main middle part of the tree.
"Where did you buy that," someone on the hiking trail asked.
Then they vanished. The staff felt like it was pulsating with energy. I had put a crystal on top of it for decoration, rose quartz.
Soon night came. I tied my back pack high in a tree and made a platform next to it. I was looking down at the forest floor from about twenty feet up. I wrapped myself in a robe and pulled a camo blanket over myself. I utilized some apps and then fell asleep. I was harnessed to the tree by a lumberjack safety belt. "Goodnight."
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