Christmas Tree


These visitors look down on me
because I’m an artificial tree.

The real thing, resin, needles and all,
is more substantial, much more tall

and lifts its cardboard star and lights
to truly impressive, Biblical heights.

Yet these same people aerosol
its needles  –  just in case they fall

and ring the carpet round their tree
with a crown of thorns by Epiphany.

(if they’d the Jesus Job to do
they’d certainly use spray-on glue,

less to save Our Lord distress
than save themselves the unholy mess.)

They forget that once a year
I re-emerge, I re-appear.

Which, in its way, is as fair a reflection
as any you’ll see of the Resurrection.

The real thing, be it ever so tall,
pines away, resin, needles and all,

and as my waiting days begin,
it’s left to rot beside the bin.

Nothing real is long the rage
in this hopelessly artificial age.

The True Date of Christmas

There seems to some doubt as to when Jesus was born since there is not a shred of documentary evidence to guide us. There are other indicators, however.

According to my Christmas Cactus, the birth probably occurred some weeks earlier than we are usually led to believe. It’s quite insistent on this point, coming into full  flower some three weeks ahead of the official date every year.

christmas cactus with flash

For the purposes of this post, I have set the knowledgeable plant on a plinth of sorts for maximum effect.