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The Saddest Tree at Christmas Time

I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.

Sad Christmas Tree

Sad Christmas Tree

“Hello Mr. Fir. Why are you so sad?

Tis the season, you should be glad.”

“How can I be happy when I am about to die?

Don’t you see all the empty spaces in the soil my child?

These spaces are where my family used to be.

Now they have been cut down and all that is left is me.

Christmas to you means joy and fun.

But Christmas to us firs means our growing days are done.

The humans will come with axes and saws.

They will chop and cut and take us all.

Thy will carry our lifeless bodies back to their home.

And pin on us a star, a bell and a gnome.

Now here I stand in this field of my family souls

Waiting on the ax's first blow.


Bah humbug! I hate you Christmas time.

Because you destroy my family and others like my kind

Why do they need a tree inside their houses anyway?

Because as Christmas is done they will dump cut firs I say.

This is an awful and cruel act by humans to us poor little trees.

I beg them don’t cut, but they do as they please.

My cousin stood there, just six feet away.

He cried and then he died, then they threw him in a van and took him away

So you see, on the first day of Christmas, my true love has nothing to say to me

Because she too was cut down and killed, now I beg you, let me be.


Oh my God! look, a car just pulled in

I see a man staring at me with a jolly old grin

Run away my child, he has an ax in his hand and he is heading over.

In less that a minute my life will be over.

At least I will rest and be with my fallen family

Do firs go to that place, oh so heavenly?

The man then made a few chops and the fir tree fell

As the little girl cried and on the freezing ground her tears fell

She never knew how sad the trees were at Christmas time.

She vowed when she got older, never to have a Christmas tree inside.

Now the poor fir was gone, his roots soon to wither and die

As the little girl walked away with tears in her eyes.

© 2018 Clive Williams

Comments

Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on November 28, 2018:

The fir is tired Pam, It lives little life.

Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on November 28, 2018:

Happy Holidays Yves

Yves on November 28, 2018:

The problem with fake trees is that they are made of plastic and oil, which is bad for landfills. Also, most real trees are grown on farms and are replenished. 'But hey, it is weird to put a tree inside the house when you really think about it.....but I can think of worse things. Much, much worse. Personally, I love Christmas trees, inside or outside the home.

Anyhoo....I realize that you're a satirist, and a rather clever one at that. You give us food for thought. Happy Holidays, Clive!

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on November 28, 2018:

It is kind of sad to use those beautiful trees for such a short period of time. I am glad they plant new ones all the time. Interesting prose.

Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on November 28, 2018:

mmm...a live tree appreciates hugs.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 28, 2018:

For twenty years we would load up in a van of people and a large truck. Our tree was of 10 to 12 feet. Yes our "great" room had room and a ceiling to accommodate. My sister thought it be fun if she counted the ornaments one year. 153.

Do not be too forlorn as in fact the tree always got bunches of hugs.

My current synthetic must last 15 years. Other wise I just let those petroleum polymers die for not.

Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on November 28, 2018:

Rinita, trees are living things. They must hurt

Rinita Sen on November 27, 2018:

I've always felt bad for these trees. Maybe your poem will encourage more people to buy synthetic trees for decoration. This is a thoughtful topic, and you said it well

Verlie Burroughs from Canada on November 27, 2018:

Aww, I hope someone gave that tree a hug before the axe fell. I never have a tree. Now I know why.