Let’s take a quick look back at that special time of year when environmentalists gather together to celebrate the birth of Christ Mother Gaia.
The Australian takes a jab at the depressing details of the Gaian gala:
“So as you sit at home in front of a pot plant decorated with energy-saving light bulbs, unpacking second-hand solar-powered battery chargers from recycled newspaper wrappings, just before having a modest vegetarian organic dinner, you will surely feel the very warm inner glow of a morally superior Christmas deep inside you.”
Everybody sing along now:
I’m dreaming of a green Christmas,
I wish it didn’t start to snow.
Now my solar power’s
Been out for hours
And so my Christmas lights won’t glow
I’m dreaming of a green Christmas.
My turbines blades are standing still.
And I’m starting to feel the chill,
So of green I think I’ve had my fill.
Now let’s turn to page 98 of the Van Jones Hymnal. Please join us in singing “Rudolph the Red Knows Rain, Dear.”
– Lyrics by J. Broden
Source: The Australian
