That I am mortal I know and do confess
My span of day:
But when I gaze upon the thousandfold circling gyre of the stars
No longer do I walk the earth
The peer of God himself to take my fill
At the ambrosial banquet of the undying.
The First Christmas Tree, a Legend.
It is said that Martin Luther, while walking under a starry sky one Christmas Eve, cut down a tiny
evergreen and took it home to his children. Inspired by the stars on such a sparkling night, he attached candles to the evergreen branches of the little tree and lit them to represent Christ, the Light of the World, born on Christmas Eve.