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A Christmas poem or ‘Bah, humbug’ …

‘Twas the morning of Christmas                                                                                         And all through the ‘hood                                                                                                    The slobs had been busy                                                                                                      As only they could.

Bud Light, Miller Lite and Coors cans were strewn without care                           Polystyrene fast food boxes both empty and full                                                                 Lay smashed with their contents laid bare                                                                     Which left me to mutter ‘What a bunch of bull – .’

Santa’s laden bag had nothing on me                                                                                     The seams, they were stretched                                                                                          My walk was almost completely without glee                                                                      For every few yards there was something more wretched.

My only hope for old Saint Nick                                                                                         Was that with idiots he’d be bold                                                                                       And tell those *&^%#@ nitwits                                                                                                 ‘I hope you enjoy your lump of coal.’

Quite the Christmas trove of trash. Not the best of gifts for Mother Earth.

Quite the Christmas trove of trash. Not the best of gifts for Mother Earth.

About Dave Bradley (259 Articles)
I'm the one behind two totally unrelated blogs; one on 15 years of writing a weekly letter to my kids (plus other recipients), the other on my localized environmental responsibility. I'm a writer by trade and both endeavors are accepted practice for me. As for the letters, my adult children Ellen and Reid may have seen letters as corny at one point, but it's accepted practice for them, too, to find something in their mailbox other than bills and junk mail. Email and texting don't do a lot for me for a lot of different reasons. Snail mail has its place in the communicative world so as long as they keep selling stamps, I'm buying. As for 'Pick Up Your Path' and the environment, I advocate what citizens can do themselves to take a direct hand in their neighborhood environment. But Pick Up Your Path is also a general environmental blog. It may be largely about litter and trash, but both of those are just one element of the total environmental picture.

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