Christmas Trees Hate Christmas

Christmas trees hate Christmas

It may be obvious why.

Christmas is the day

That all the Christmas trees die.

As the days till Christmas

Start counting down

The trees all tremble

And if they could, they’d frown.

As parents walk around the tree lot

With joyful children in tow,

The trees watch in horror wondering

“Who is next to go?”

The children point to different trees,

Each shouting “Let’s get this one!”

The trees pointed out desperately wish

That the ground would open up and swallow them.

Then there is the ax.

Oh, the horrid tree’s bane!

The metal edge glints evilly in winter sunlight,

It’s cold metal hacks at every tree vein!

Oh, how the Christmas trees hate Christmas day!

Blasted be the human tradition

Of chopping down innocent trees

For one single day in a season.

Each tree hopes every year

That they are not chosen

But the trees need not fear

Perhaps they will all go to heaven.

Caimille Wolf