The Spirit of Christmas…. Trees

Once upon a time I believed to celebrate Christmas properly, I had to have a real Christmas tree. But why? What is so important about a real tree that each and every year, leading up to the Christmas season, a billion trees will have their lives cut short to satisfy some whimsical need to have a dying tree all dolled up in its funeral best to celebrate an event that happened over 2000 years ago, maybe!

For some, this celebration lasts a month or more, while for others they decorate their tree on Christmas Eve, and undecorate it on Boxing Day. For this a life was taken? This writer can no longer condone such action by remaining silent! Stop killing softwood trees for your viewing pleasure. Buy a human-made tree, and use it over and over and over. Save lives, don’t spend them basically uselessly.

Do you know that the average lifespan of a softwood tree like pine or spruce or hemlock is anywhere from 100 to 1000 years. A perfect tree that can overcome disease, bug infestations, and avoid fires can live for 5000 years. The average lifespan of a Christmas tree? 7 to 10 years. That is like killing human children before they reach puberty. Why are humans, Christian humans and their offshoots to be precise, so protective of human fetuses then so spendthrift with the lives of nature’s children?

And for what? What does a real tree have that a fake tree does not, except an agonizing and prolonged death in your living room or den. If you require the death of a tree to celebrate the birth of a man 2000 years ago, I think you are one sick excuse for a human being.

You may think I am crazy, or a scrooge, and you would be right on both counts. I am crazy about life, and hate that it can be cut short so wantonly. At least when we cut short the lives of living beings for food, we make use of them by eating their bodies. (I would much prefer we let plants and animals die naturally before we harvest them, or as in the case of fruits and nuts and berries just pick the seed pods and let the main body survive, which is ideal!) I do not like that we kill to live, but I cannot fight that.

I can fight to save the lives of a billion trees a year that are not harvested for food, but for useless (to them) celebration.

Please, think about the tree before you buy another real Christmas tree. You are wasting its life for your pleasure. Is that really the kind of person you want to be?

Author: rawgod

A man with a lot of strange experiences in my life. Haven't traveled that much per se, but have lived in a lot of different areas. English is the only language I have mastered, and the older I get, the more of it I lose. Seniorhood gives me more time to self-reflect, but since time seems to go much faster, it feels like I don't have as much time for living as my younger selves did. I believe in spiritual atheism and responsible anarchy. These do not have to be oxymorons. Imagination is an incredible tool. I can imagine a lot of things.

4 thoughts on “The Spirit of Christmas…. Trees”

  1. I gave up buying live trees years and years ago. I have to admit, however, it wasn’t because I saw them as the living entity that you point out. I just thought it was a waste of money. 🤑

    As a substitute, I bought a small artificial tree with fiber optic lights that change colors … but I don’t even put it up anymore. Such a scrooge I am!


    1. The tree Gail has up in our living room (she is a nothing, neither religious or atheist) is made of red aluminum foil. As the leaves pick up the sunlight as it moves across the windows, they shine like little lights. Don’t tell her this, but I bought it as a joke a few years ago because she loves to have xmas trees just because. (She has a 7′ tree down the basement she puts up every 2 or 3 years.) Anyways, she loves that little red tree now. And I like it, cuz it only takes 2 seconds to put up and take down. Never any presents under the tree.

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    1. Someone has to. I also speak up for lemmings, who do not leap off cliffs for any reason, and for ostriches, who only bury their heads in the sand to inspect their eggs. I wish I could have spoken up for dodo birds. They, of all the species in nature, knew the true meaning of peace.

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