The Christmas season brims with joy to all children, and you, my dear, are no exception. However, our recent trip to the store brought an unexpected turn. As you gazed at the rows of Christmas trees, cut down and lined up for sale, your eyes filled with tears. It pained you to see the trees, once standing tall and majestic, now unable to live out their natural lives.
“Can’t people just use artificial Christmas trees?” you questioned. “Why would we harm ourselves like this? Those trees are dead; they can no longer produce oxygen for us.”
Your empathy for the trees and concern for the earth’s well-being deeply moved me. I love you, my kid.
Brilliant Kindness 