In the weeks before Christmas, the trees are chopped down,
Express mass transported to cities and towns,
To be sold and rehomed, hung with tinsel and lights
That twinkle away through the long winter nights.
We gather around them, give gifts and make merry,
Devour the chocolate and knock back the sherry,
But what does this seasonal centrepiece mean?
Christmas is coming! Hang up that stocking!
Get down to the shops, for the clock is tick-tocking…
There are presents to purchase, cards to be sent,
A fridge to be stocked, hard-earned cash to be spent,
A tree to be bought — go authentic or fake?