dying for Christmas version 1
December 5, 2007
The tree we cut
and carried
into our home
the one
we shackled
trimmed
sang to
and toasted
(rip a suckling child
from its mother)
(put makeup on a statue)
(be happy at a rape)
now lies on
its side
in the gutter
alone
with hooks
and tinsel
blowing in the wind
qazse 
December 5, 2007 at 5:15 pm
This is a repost from this past January.
December 5, 2007 at 6:58 pm
Oh Qazse that is quite devastating. But lovely.
December 5, 2007 at 7:32 pm
The close is powerful and sad.
When we cut our tree down, our 8 year old was upset about it, like your poem.
i could see her point, but i never thought of the tree as abandoned, like you’ve shown in the poem.
i kind of feel bad.
December 6, 2007 at 12:11 am
Dear Lily and Christine,
My family and I go through the tree debate each year and I am always out-voted. I can assure you we will have a tree.
According to the National Christmas Tree Assoc., Americans spent 1.2 billion dollars on real Christmas trees last year.
I am sure that 1.2 billion is a minuscule amount of the total Christmas expenditure each year. However, I do think we must question the costs of our traditional luxuries in the face of grave need in this world. Christmas has become synonymous with Gluttony rather than Godly.
I picked on the poor Christmas tree because it is a symbol as sacred as apple pie. I think we must question our actions instead of blindly following the Martha Stewart brigade at the expense of the poor and the environment. I don’t want to bring on guilt, just questioning.
Thank you both for being in my blogging life. I will think of you both fondly when I raise my glass of ale to toast our tree.
Warmest regards and wishes to you and your families!
(both California girls btw)