An original story written by our student Advik Dixit.

Advik is 8 years old young orator and writer from Mumbai. We are proud to have him as a student of the Level 1 Little Kathakar Program, an Online Creative Writing Program & Public Speaking Program using Applied Storytelling & Theatre tools under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Advik for this exemplary true self-expression.

The Special Christmas Tree

It was Christmas eve last year. The weather was icy. All the roads, houses, and streets were covered with snow. The wind was blowing hard. Everyone was shivering, and everyone’s teeth were chattering. The weather was harsh to an extent that everyone was compelled to wear jackets, shawls, and sweaters. It was so frosty that everyone’s windows and glasses were covered with fog. And amidst the street, there was a tree. Feeling brisk and icy. He was just wearing a pair of socks. That could only save him from feeling cold on his legs. He only had one dream, and that was to be at Christmas parties. Because no one kept him for their parties. Because he had no decorations on him. And he was short to be called a Christmas tree.

The next night he was sitting idle, thinking of a way to get into parties. But suddenly there was a little girl who was carrying a packet of decorations. She passed that way. She saw the gloomy tree and asked, “Why are you here rather than at a party?”

The tree told the whole story. The girl felt bad for him and thought to help him. She started decorating the tree with chocolates, stockings, sprinkles, lights, stars, bells, a scarf, and a few other ornaments. The tree was elated and excited to see his new self and gave the girl a chocolate. Together they both went to a party. They were on cloud nine. They enjoyed a lot there. Then the tree thanked the girl. And the girl thanked the tree. And the girl thought to take the tree with her to her home permanently. This way an ordinary tree became a special Christmas tree forever.

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