The story begins many years ago.....

 

A mother and her children spent all day cleaning their home for Christmas day.

 

The spiders fled to the attic to escape the broom and play.

 

At last the family was fast asleep. The spiders slowly cam down so they could take a peek.

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It had been a tough year and the decorations were slacking.

 

The tree in the corner though beautiful, you could tell it was lacking.

 

The spiders knew at once they wanted to help.

 

Back and forth on each branch with care, they covered that tree with no time to spare.

 

Morning came fast with the sun shining bright.

 

The children came downstairs to see quite a sight.

 

Delicate strands shimmering in the morning sun, made that old Christmas tree feel like a prize had been won.

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Silver and gold spun with such care.

 

The children got their mother so they all could stare. From that day forward trees were decorate with tinsel of silver and gold.

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To honor the spiders from this story I just told.