On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
A carbon tax on my pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Two melting glaciers,
And a carbon tax on my pear tree.
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Three canceled pipelines,
Two melting glaciers,
And a carbon tax on my pear tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Four dead eagles (thanks to wind turbines),
Three canceled pipelines,
Two melting glaciers,
And a carbon tax on my pear tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Five spinning blades!
(But no electricity…)
Four dead eagles,
Three canceled pipelines,
Two melting glaciers,
And a carbon tax on my pear tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Six solar panels freezing,
Five spinning blades!
Four dead eagles,
Three canceled pipelines,
Two melting glaciers,
And a carbon tax on my pear tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Seven climate summits,
Six solar panels freezing,
Five spinning blades!
Four dead eagles,
Three canceled pipelines,
Two melting glaciers,
And a carbon tax on my pear tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Eight Greta speeches,
Seven climate summits,
Six solar panels freezing,
Five spinning blades!
Four dead eagles,
Three canceled pipelines,
Two melting glaciers,
And a carbon tax on my pear tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Nine activists gluing,
Eight Greta speeches,
Seven climate summits,
Six solar panels freezing,
Five spinning blades!
Four dead eagles,
Three canceled pipelines,
Two melting glaciers,
And a carbon tax on my pear tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Ten cities blacking out,
Nine activists gluing,
Eight Greta speeches,
Seven climate summits,
Six solar panels freezing,
Five spinning blades!
Four dead eagles,
Three canceled pipelines,
Two melting glaciers,
And a carbon tax on my pear tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Eleven experts modeling,
Ten cities blacking out,
Nine activists gluing,
Eight Greta speeches,
Seven climate summits,
Six solar panels freezing,
Five spinning blades!
Four dead eagles,
Three canceled pipelines,
Two melting glaciers,
And a carbon tax on my pear tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Twelve mandates failing,
Eleven experts modeling,
Ten cities blacking out,
Nine activists gluing,
Eight Greta speeches,
Seven climate summits,
Six solar panels freezing,
Five spinning blades!
Four dead eagles,
Three canceled pipelines,
Two melting glaciers,
And a carbon tax on my pear tree.
Closing Note:
This Christmas carol may not make it into school recitals, but it’s a cheerful reminder to balance practicality with ambition when addressing energy and environmental issues. After all, nobody wants their pear tree taxed—or their eagles falling victim to spinning blades.
I’m so tempted to send it to the friend with whom I had an unpleasant climate conversation over Christmas lunch. But I will be strong and keep my chuckles to myself; he wouldn’t see the humor anyway.
No, those sorts of people are usually pretty humo(u)rless!
I feel like there should be some corrupt AGs in there somewhere.
That would be the 13th day
Thirteen corrupt AGs Pontificating
Things are looking up; goodbye Jenniffer Granholm.
Next year I expect a merrier song.
For now, since I love CO2 and beef (which supposedly increases CO2 more than broccoli), we had xmas prime rib. It was delicious.
Tomorrow I’m gettting a McDoonald’s hamburger.
Had some beef tenderloin here in Colorado. I seared it on my grill and low and behold, instead of snow, it began to rain.
Yes, it was a Wet Christmas — can’t say I ever remember one in the past.
Sadly I’ve had to give up red meat, due to gout.
I live in a small coastal community, that swells 500+% over the holidays – by people staying in their 2nd homes or bush-block Caravans or Tents.
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We do not have ‘the12 days of xmas’ … we have the ’12 days of Shackies’ – representing the Xmas- NY period and all the ‘long weekends’ up until the end of Easter.
They blow into town – setup base and annoy the locals with their parties, late night shenanigans and their inconsiderate ‘big city’ behaviors.
Shouldn’t the pear tree generate carbon credits so I can light the fireplace and roast chestnuts in carbon neutrality?
Not a reply, I started typing in the wrong spot…
Kevin, kevin, Kevin…
Your looking at both sides of the equation.
Cutting a tree that is eventually burned is considered a net increase in atmospheric CO2. If it is cut and tossed without burning it, it is going to rot to methane which as every school child (partially) knows, is 20 times worse than burning it. Here’s your Christmas message to friends:
Please look at this from both sides now
From up and down, but still somehow
It’s life’s emissions you’ll recall
You really don’t know war-r-ming at all.