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Christmas came around. Dear Christmas tree could you please make the world at peace? Dear Christmas tree may I one day see my brother. Carlos could not stop making wishes. He started at its flamboyant leaves, decorating it with passion, investing all his time at his dear Christmas tree. He inspected his Christmas tree every day making sure it was healthy. He would position the tree meticulously near the best spot for sunlight. For his tree meant very dearly to him. His blue eyes would turn green. Most of his wishes came true and he lived happily ever after until, one day his parents took it away from him. They said Christmas was over and it was time to let go. His green eyes turned into blue.