Oh, Christmas Tree! – A poem by Stevie Turner

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It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas

We must have a tree,

Chop, chop

And the earth warms up another degree.

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There’s profit to be made selling Christmas trees,

Pound after pound after pound,

Advertise and let them come in thousands

To chop a forest down.

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Cut off the tree’s roots,

Disconnect it from the earth,

We must do this

Because of the Saviour’s birth.

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Let’s stand it in our hot, stuffy rooms

And spray on lots of fake snow

Let’s festoon the tree with twinkling lights

It’s Christmas… ho, ho, ho.

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Let’s cover it with tinsel

And bows silver and red,

Let’s stop it absorbing carbon dioxide

It doesn’t matter if it’s dead.

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Over time its needles fall softly

Until it’s a shadow of what it used to be,

Now Christmas is over, don’t get the ‘hump’

Let’s get rid of the denuded tree down at the dump.

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Please rest ye, merry gentlemen,

Let our trees give us vital oxygen

Summers will be too hot

With nary a breeze.

There’ll be no shade and no haven for wildlife,

If we continue to cut down trees.

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