tree of heaven

Bohac vowed to that when he came back next year there would be no confusion about any Christmas tree or Santa aprons.

Decide about it, ye that are learned in the ethnographic distinctions of our race—but heaven defend us from the Bourbonnaises!

And if an earthly father would act thus wisely and thus kindly, "how much more your Father which is in Heaven?"

The expression of his features was calm and composed, and his eyes were raised to heaven with a look of hope and supplication.

This tiny person spent little or none of his time in the tree-tops, but chose to stay near the ground.

Each tiny tree was a plume of leaves; the rows stretched out to the hilltop, and over.