In the seventh century a monk from Crediton, Devonshire, went to Germany to teach the word of God. His name was Saint Boniface. He did many good works there and spent much time in Thuringia, a region later to become the center of the Christmas decoration industry.
Tradition has it that Saint Boniface used the triangular shape of the fir tree to describe the Holy Trinity of God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. The converted people began to revere the fir tree as God’s tree, as they had previously revered the oak.
By the twelfth century it was being hung, upside-down, from ceilings at Christmas time in Central Europe, as a symbol of Christianity and was referred to as the ‘Tree of Christ’.
The first decorated tree was at Riga in Latvia in 1510.
On the more profound meaning of the ‘Tree of Christ’, the late Prof. Plinio Corrêa de Oliveira explains: ‘Each feast of the liturgical calendar brings an effusion of special graces with it. Whether men want or not, grace knocks at the door of their souls in a more sublime, meeker, more insistent way during the Christmas season.’
The Christmas tree, with its beautiful decorations, lights, and star or angel on top, helps to elevate the soul above the materialistic aspects of modern day Christmas. The tip of the tree points to a marvelous world that is Heaven.
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To show how the introduction of the custom of the Christmas tree was a gradual process and how it favours the elevation of the ambience, we will tell the story of a Catholic family in Austria written by P. Rosegger in his book Peasant Life in Styria.
‘It had long been a great desire of mine to put into practice something I had heard was done in other towns to celebrate Christmas. One should put a small fir tree on the table, affix candles to its branches and place presents for the children underneath, explaining that it had been the Child Jesus who had left them there.
‘So I had the idea to setup a “Tree of Christ” for my little brother, Nickerl. But I needed to do this secretly (part of the procedure) and before my mother entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
‘As soon as there was enough light, I went out into the cold. I hid my gaze from those working around the house and when I returned from the forest with a small fir top, I ran to the barn where the horse carts were kept to hide it there.
‘It was soon night. The servants were still busy with the stables and in the bedrooms, where, according to the custom of Christmas Eve, they washed their heads and put on festive clothes. My mother was in the kitchen preparing her typical Christmas sweets. And my Father was with little Nickerl going around the property blessing it with incense, praying all the while. It was necessary to expel the evil spirits and attract angelic blessings to the house.
‘Thus while everyone was busy with their tasks, I prepared the “Tree of Christ” in the main room. I took my tree from its hiding place and put it on the table. I then cut ten or twelve candles from the wax block and placed them on the branches. Underneath I put some sweetbread.
‘I heard some slow and gentle steps on the floor above. I knew it was my father and my little brother who were there blessing the loft. They would soon be coming to the main room. I lit the little candles and hid behind the stove. The door opened and they entered with the incensor and then stopped…
‘“What is this? My father asked in a low but prolonged voice.”
‘The little Nickerl looked on dumbfounded. In his big, round eyes were reflected the lights of the “Tree of Christ” like little stars.
‘My father advanced slowly to the kitchen door and called in a low voice:
‘“Wife, wife, come and see this.”
‘And when she came, he asked:
‘“Did you do this?”
‘“Mary and Joseph!” my mother exclaimed, “What did you put on the table?”
‘The servants soon arrived and were very impressed with the unexpected surprise. So one of them suggested:
‘“Maybe it’s a ‘Tree of Christ’! Could it be that the angels brought this little tree from Heaven?”
‘They all contemplated and marveled at the tree. And the smoke of the incense filled the whole room and formed a delicate veil that rested on the illuminated tree.
‘My mother looked around the room for me:
‘“Where is Peter?”
‘I thought it was the moment to come out of my hiding place. I took Nickerl’s cold hands, who was still dumbfounded and continued rooted to the spot, and took him close to the table. He almost resisted. But I told him in a very solemn tone:
‘“Do not fear my little brother! Look: the dear Child Jesus brought you a ‘Tree of Christ’. It’s yours!”
‘And the young boy was overjoyed and folded his hands like he did when he went to church.’
As we mentioned earlier, the top of a Christmas tree points towards a marvelous world, the world of Heaven. In this light, let us consider an enchanting tale about a Christmas tree. The story elevates one’s spirit to a higher plane, thus satisfying our desire for that which is marvelous.
The Origins of Devotion to Our Lady of Mt. Carmel
Pious legend recounts that when the shepherds went to adore the Divine Infant, they decided to take Him fruits and flowers from the area. After this harvest, the plants congratulated themselves on being able to offer something to their newly-born Creator: one had given its dates; another its nuts, and so on.
From the fir tree, however, the shepherds had taken nothing because its needle-like leaves and sharp cones were not presentable gifts.
The fir tree recognized its unworthiness, and not feeling worthy to participate in the conversation, prayed in silence: ‘My newly-born God, what can I offer You? I offer you my poor and unworthy existence. This I gladly give You in gratitude for having created me in Your wisdom and goodness.’
God was pleased with the humility of the fir tree, and, as a reward, ordered a multitude of little stars to come down from heaven to adorn it. The stars were of many colors: gold, silver, red, blue, etc. When a group of shepherds passed by, they not only took the fruits of the other plants, but they also took the whole fir tree, as such a marvel had never before been seen. Thus the fir tree ended up decorating the grotto of Bethlehem, being placed close to the Child Jesus, Our Lady, and Saint Joseph!
The Christmas tree history and stories are really beautiful.
May God Bless All This Christmas Season
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A lovely story about the real meaning of the xmas tree.
The stories are illuminating. I have decorated a tree from the first year I got married and moved into my own home.
The joy it gave to my children spurred me on.
A decorated tree makes advent a beautiful season of hope and waiting. It encourages the spirit of generosity and sacrifice, too.
I will be thankful every year at Christmas and beyond of this lovely story about the Fir tree. It reminds us of the Holy Trinity …the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. I pray for all those
souls that don’t have GOD in their lives that they they will come to accept God and his holy family in their lives!