I turned over a new leaf this year – buried my Scrooge like attitudes and behaviour – went out and bought a real Christmas Tree. I thought all would be fine. But strange things are happening in my house.
First of all this tree is thirsty – it drinks up to four litres of water a day. What the heck? Who knew that a Christmas tree would drink that much water. It’s weird. It’s like it is hanging on to dear life with every ounce of its being. Makes me feel bad. Like wearing a fur. Should people really be chopping down innocent trees who were just standing there in the forest, breathing in the fresh air, waving their arms around and generally having a peaceful co-existence with the forest.
Nobody really knows if plants feel. There have been tests and some say that flowers scream when they are plucked or picked. Ouch. Now that makes me feel bad too. If a tulip can scream what does a big tree do when it is chopped down?
Secondly the tree is growing. Truly – like tulips do in a glass of water this tree is growing daily. It is touching the ceiling and now it is bending – maybe it is getting soggy. Will it last the season? Maybe it is trying to escape.
I think I am going to start having bad dreams.