Maybe I'll Wish You a Green Christmas After All

I’d never be mean
And wish a Christmas of green
To a born Northernite
Who wants a Christmas of white.

A Christmas of green
Is not the snug scene
Of a Christmas of white
Around soft firelight.

And a Christmas of green
Doesn’t capture the sheen
Of the moon glowing bright
O’er a Christmas of white. 

Yes, a Christmas of white
Frames a beautiful sight, 
While a Christmas of green
Is better not seen. 

I wish I’d be right
To wish a Christmas of white, 
But from what I can glean
It’ll be a Christmas of green— 

From Toledo to Keene, 
And all points in between. 
Though you might think that’s nifty— 
If each green thing’s a fifty…. 

                    —Turn Stuff Green