The First Tree - Chapter 4

This is the One
The elves where caught in a moment of complacency and conversation when it happened. They realized, through near collision with Mrs. Claus, that she had stopped and was gazing up into the air. They turned to follow her line of sight and immediately became quiet with reverence for what they saw. The tree was magnificent. Set alone, beyond the path, away from the cluster and clutter.
There was little need for the formalities of measuring or comparing. Mrs. Claus knew that she had found it, the first tree of Christmas. Even shrouded in snow, it was obvious that the tree was not too tall nor too short. The branches were evenly spaced and tapered uniformly to a base that was full and beautiful. The trunk was of proportional width and was exposed below the lowest branches at just the correct height to properly display Mrs. Claus’ tree skirt and wintery village scenes. In fact, from the moment Mrs. Claus looked upon this extraordinary tree, she knew that it was meant to be the canvas for this year’s Christmas display.
She quietly instructed the elves.
"This is the one! This is it. There is no need to look further." With increased excitement, she continued. "Robert, please go collect any yellow ribbons that we have left this morning. Have this tree placed in the Grand Study no later than one week before Christmas. That should give us just enough time to get it dressed for the holidays!"
"Yes, Mrs. Claus," said the elves, still staring.
Pete spoke with enthusiasm, "Ma’am, may I escort you back to the house."
As he asked the question, he extending an arm, as if in invitation.
Mrs. Claus was euphoric with the discovery of the tree and pleased at the gentlemanly gesture. She nodded in acceptance and allowed him to lead her back along the path as the other elves, with hearts pounding, ran on ahead.
"This will be the first time that I have ever helped you decorate your Christmas tree." chirped Pete, as he and Mrs. Claus stepped from the forest canopy into the open air on a sloping rise above the rustic looking buildings which made up the North Pole Village.
Her eyes twinkled. "You may not be quite so enthusiastic by Christmas Eve," she chuckled in the motherly way of one who knew of the enormity of the task ahead. "But I assure you, that with your help, this year’s display will be the best ever."