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If there had been a clock to measure the hour it must now have been near midnight as it was reckoned in old human times. Suddenly the fir below spoke out hopefully:. Is some other star their safe habitation?
Were they right, sheep that they were, in thinking themselves immortal? Are they now in some other world? On the evergreen he set the star: Around those emblems children pressed their faces and reaching out plucked gifts from the branches.
The myriads and myriads of the children! What became of them? Was not this what in human times they called Christmas Eve?
There they are again, the fingers of a child! Do you not hear them — faint and far away. And that sound — was it not the bells of the reindeer! They are all around you! Myriads and myriads are coming, are on the way toward us, the last of their Christmas trees.
The other fir now stood alone.
The snow crept higher and higher. Late in the long night it communed once more, solitary:. And I was the emblem of immortality; let the highest be the last to perish! Power, that put forth all things for a purpose, you have fulfilled, without explaining it, that purpose.
I follow all things into their sleep. The Last Christmas Tree: An Idyl of Immortality.