While out for an early morning walk today I saw this poor, sad Christmas tree. Stripped of all festive cheer it had been callously dumped next to some bins. It reminded me of one of my favourite Shel Silverstein poems.
No one’s hangin’ stockin’s up,
No one’s bakin’ pie,
No one’s lookin’ up to see
A new star in the sky.
No one’s talkin’ brotherhood,
No one’s givin’ gifts,
And no one loves a Christmas tree
On March the twenty-fifth.
(Poem ‘MERRY…’ from Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein ©)
Last night I saw a brilliant news piece about how Christmas trees were being recycled to help prevent the erosion of sand dunes at Camber Sands in East Sussex. They can also be used to help wildlife, especially birds.
What better way to say ‘thank you’ to the tree that was an important and much loved part of your home over the festive season, then by returning it to the ‘wild’ where it can be of service to nature.
So as much as I hate to disagree with Shel, there is a lot of love to be shared with Christmas trees long after the holidays have passed.