I’m not looking for them, but hours after my last post: more trashed Christmas Pagan Trees
I’m not trying to make lots of headlines about this pattern, but I don’t want to revise past posts. I’m not looking for these killed trees. On the contrary, that I can’t avoid them suggests how many we kill, ostensibly to celebrate life and the birth of someone who promoted loving your neighbor as yourself.
Hours after posting The last Christmas Pagan Trees of the Season?, which wasn’t my last post this season speculating I’d seen the last of trees we killed and trashed this season, I saw another one. Then today, before I could post about it, I saw yet another.

Here’s the one from today, about as scraggly, sad, and pathetic as I could imagine a Christian would allow something to represent the birth of his or her savior to become. Actually, beyond, but here it is, which, I guess, means my ability to imagine is limited. The picture doesn’t convey its scraggliness. I had to move to where it wasn’t backlit, which is the angle that gave me that impression, which I saw from the sidewalk.

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