La Leyenda De Douglas Fir: Douglas Fir Y El Espiritu De La Navidad

Publisher Marketing: ESPANOL: Una pregunta importante de un Arbol de Navidad: Como se hace un arbol de pino a un Arbol de Navidad? Lo tienen que cortar, y tiene que morir! El arbolito Douglas Fir esta seguro en el Bosque Nacional y no lo pueden cortar, pero se siente muy solo. Su unico deseo es ser un Brillante Arbol de Navidad para que pueda compartir la alegria de la Navidad con todos los ninos. Sin embargo, no quiere morir, asi que tiene que quedarse en la quietud y la soledad del bosque. Con la ayuda de un parpadeo del ojo de Santa, Douglas puede encontrar el Espiritu de Navidad dentro de si mismo y vencer sus circunstancias imposibles. (Tambien esta disponible en Ingles.) INGLES: A Christmas Tree reality check: How does a fir tree become a Christmas Tree? Answer: It must be cut down, and die! Little Douglas Fir is safe from being cut down in the National Forest, but he is hopelessly lonely. His only wish is to be a Sparkling Christmas Tree so he can share the joy of Christmas with all the children. He doesn't want to die, however, so he is doomed to stay in the quiet, lonely forest. With the help of a sparkling Twinkle from Santa's eye, Douglas is able to find the Christmas Spirit within him and overcome his impossible circumstances. Contributor Bio:  Susquehanna, Suzanna About the Author, Suzanna Susquehanna Not much is known about Suzanna. She may have written this poem: Natural Christmas Tree* A botanist naturalist would relish it all, Flowers in springtime and tree leaves in fall. He'd use weird words, big words, describing them, too, Words that are foreign to me and to you. "Pseudotsuga macrocarpa" he'd write, When "Douglas Fir Pine Tree" is all he'd need type. A botanist naturalist most surely would gag, To see a fir tree with a red for-sale tag. Irresponsibly, he'd feel, it had been cut down, Wrenched roughly from nature, and taken to town. Never to grow to magnificent height, Never again covered with blue snow at night. A Douglas Fir Pine Tree I'll always recall, Sparkling and cheery in Christmas decked halls. Its fresh fragrance boosting the spirit of joy, Its loving boughs hiding a wrapped-up new toy. But a botanist naturalist might never agree That there's beauty and glory in each Christmas tree. Contributor Bio:  Winchell, Kate About the Author, Suzanna Susquehanna Not much is known about Suzanna. She may have written this poem: Natural Christmas Tree* A botanist naturalist would relish it all, Flowers in springtime and tree leaves in fall. He'd use weird words, big words, describing them, too, Words that are foreign to me and to you. "Pseudotsuga macrocarpa" he'd write, When "Douglas Fir Pine Tree" is all he'd need type. A botanist naturalist most surely would gag, To see a fir tree with a red for-sale tag. Irresponsibly, he'd feel, it had been cut down, Wrenched roughly from nature, and taken to town. Never to grow to magnificent height, Never again covered with blue snow at night. A Douglas Fir Pine Tree I'll always recall, Sparkling and cheery in Christmas decked halls. Its fresh fragrance boosting the spirit of joy, Its loving boughs hiding a wrapped-up new toy. But a botanist naturalist might never agree That there's beauty and glory in each Christmas tree.