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THE SNOWFLAKE TREE
The Christmas trees were breathtaking.  No two were alike: 
exquisite Victorian ribbon and golden lights; clever handmade
animals; starfish; silk roses.  Local organizations had decorated
Christmas trees for a Parade of Trees, and passersby voted for
their favorite one  by putting a contribution in a box. 
Then my eyes fell on the next to last tree.  A big plastic school
bus perched on top in place of a star; unsharpened pencils
dangled from the branches; the tree was covered with huge,
square, rumpled snowflakes, which from a distance gave the
appearance of being simply sheets of paper.  "Those are
the ugliest snowflakes I've ever seen!"  I blurted to my family.
In a small voice, my seven-year-old son Andy spoke up.
"Our class made them."
Immediately, I wished my words back!  I stumbled all over
myself trying to remedy what I had done, but Andy simply
led me to the tree and found his snowflake.  Suddenly I saw
the snowflakes through different eyes.  Little second-grade
hands, still learning to use scissors; eager hearts, so happy
to participate.  I cast my vote for the "snowflake tree."
After the tree was taken down, Andy brought his snowflake
home and gave it to me.  I hung it in my office - a visible
reminder to think before I speak and to look for hidden beauty.
--Joan Rae Mills
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