It had been years before that Emma had taken a chain saw to another tree, it too had been green but covered in shiny red apples instead of the glittering baubles that were destined for this one. Still, she couldn't help but make the comparison to the snow covered fir she was presently felling. She had torn into to the apple tree, her heart full to bursting with righteous fury. As the fir crashed into a carpet of pristine snow though, her heart was only filled with love, sure there was amazement at how different her life had become and what they'd all been through to get there but as she turned to take her wife's hand and smile at her teenaged son she was as sure as she'd ever been that love really was the most powerful magic of all.
