Hello everybody. Today I will recite a poem written by my Mother, about a day in my life as a Magical Christmas Tree and how I learned that all festivals are always a lot of fun, but, to make them meaningful, we must make them eco-friendly, and ensure that life on earth is magical for a very long time. Here’s - “When I was Not Me” I should have stayed in bed that day, in bed’s where I belong - As soon as I woke up, things started to go wrong! Leaves for hands and trunk for a neck; Legs deep under the floor! I was a “Magical Christmas Tree”! Now I could give life, To festoons, baubles and toys tonight. And, Ho ho ho! I was not Me, anymore! Abra Doodle Doo”, I said - “My great-grandma's Gift, rise, tell me what you bear!” “Inside me,” said she, Inside my wasteful paper wrappers,” “Are plastic toys, toxic colors and stuff - The earth could have been spared!” “Abra Doodle Doo” - I said, “Away with you unhappy boxes, Come alive, my colorful decorations!” But to my surprise, they disliked me too! “We are made from materials, life-threatening to the seas, Use your magic, try to remember - When you were a tree!” I say Abra doodle dee - my memories rush back, Of the human that hacked my breath; From being alive, I was an object, instead. “Iris!..wake up!” my Mum’s voice, I am alive and free! That day I decided, I love Christmas and gifts - But eco friendly must be abided! Use less paper, reduce, reuse, recycle; And plant more “Me” - For you see, it wasn’t easy; to be the magical Christmas Tree! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-SIbUqfckM