Oh, Christmas Tree! – A poem by Stevie Turner
It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas
We must have a tree,
And the earth warms up another degree.
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.
Cut off the tree’s roots,
Disconnect it from the earth,
We must do this
Because of the Saviour’s birth.
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.
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.
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.
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.