The Christmas Tree

Originally written December 21, 2007

The ornaments on a Christmas tree,
Will almost take your breath.
Until you stop to realize, they beautify and hide,
The tree’s oncoming death.
I’m not exactly a Grinch at Christmas,
But one thing I can’t see.
With so many things we have to use,
Why kill a growing tree.
A plastic tree will look the same,
And when the Christmas seasons gone.
Can be dismantled and packed away,
To be used once again on our next Christmas day.
The seeds were planted, a tree was born,
Branches reaching to the sky.
When Christmas season a time of love approached,
The young tree had to die.
That young tree was not alone,
There were thousands side by side.
There was a million dollars in profit,
The tree farmers announced with pride.
There is a lesson her for our young,
Christmas used to be a beautiful time,
That happened once a year.
Now Christmas has become,
A time of greed and fear.
That the merchants won’t show enough profit,
With their import toys this year.
We no longer celebrate the Savior birth,
There are too many versions of religion.
So if you want to decorate a tree,
That is strictly your decision.
The only thing I hope you do,
Is decorate a plastic tree.
And open up your window,
And let your neighbors see.
That Christmas can be celebrated,
Without killing a living tree.