I could not feel the chilly wind rushing into my ears, I could not feel the snow numbing my bare knees,
I could not see the whiteness that surrounded me, nor anything else, except what lied before me,
I stared at the little round Object, so small, so tiny, something I could easily throw in my mouth,
But before I could do so, my mother picked me up, even as I wailed,
And she took me away, far away from that Object,

Twenty years later, I returned to that spot, where there had once been that small, round Object
But it was gone now, replaced by something else, A huge, huge thing, taller than anyone there,
A round brown Object was planted deep into the ground, and stretched all the way up, up into the sky,
From the thick brown item, there were many more objects hanging,
All dangling about, slowly falling down, yellow and red and green and orange,
All the colors that made me smile, covering the Object, and littering the ground,
They made a crunch when stepped on, as all around me had found,
All I could hear was crunching all around, and all I could see
Was grins etched everywhere I turned

So much joy, so much happiness, so much emotion in this place
Tears were pouring down my eyes, because no one was cheerier than me,
I knew the secret, the thing everyone would want to know,
That the reason for this joy, and all the merriment,
Was no one but my beloved mother,
The one who, twenty years ago, when I was just a baby, prevented me,
From eating the seed that created this tree.