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Until recently I could openly declare the environment had been friendlier to me, than I to it. However, I was pulled back down to earth when Trump was elected. Everything that any decent human detests was grotesquely incarnated in this unfortunate occurrence.

Before Trump, I would have likely been the last man to sermonise and shout from the rooftops about climate change, but here I am. The more the radical right asserts itself, the more it shoves me towards extreme left.

Believe it or not, (in)famous climate change has a lot to do with Christmas. The relentless festive craze takes massive toll on environment. Millions of birds and bugs get disoriented and witness a jolt to their life cycle as the increase in lights can leave them unable to distinguish day from night. Millions of trees are serially cut down and then nonchalantly dumped after use. Unsophisticated, countrified kitsch and wishy-washy whimsical decorations on our streets guarantee a headlong rise in energy consumption. Put simply, frenetic and impulsive festive consumerism magnifies waste production.

Last year Saint Helens Council splurged £45 000 on Xmas decorations. Must be part of the master plan for fighting austerity, I guess. Maybe the lights evoke some sort of Christmas euphoria? Perhaps tracing the Snowflake Trail will lead us down the right life-path, or jungle of glaring lights will enlighten us?

Notwithstanding, I am not quite sure what reasonable and valid arguments for this kaleidoscopic spectacle might be. Frankly, it defies all principles of Aristotelian logic.

Of course, I am not here to ruin your visceral thrill of allegedly feel-good moments; your whining and finances in January and will do that instead. Luckily, the Echo will tell a magical journey of tacky and mindlessly fashionable Xmas fairy tale re-enactments.

However, incandescent Christmas lights, as a product of unscrupulous guerrilla marketing, they exhibit only the surface value of a temporary buzz. Our aching souls are spellbound on a whim by moments of disillusionment, trapped in a hollow fantasy. While the festive period may recycle our emotions, what we do to Mother Nature is irreversible. So lets not only think of ourselves this year, but of our environment as well.

Think of this destructive festive corporatism, and then think of the eschatological deterioration of the ecosystem, so that you see what you have done through this passive-aggressive veil.

While you desperately wish for a white Christmas, the opposite is more likely to be true. Santa could be one of the first climate refugees. You might be willing to lose the North Pole, but are you willing to lose Christmas. Your heart might melt down because of ‘insufficient’ atmosphere on 25th December, just as icebergs melt analogously. Climate change is still so intangible, that it remains ungraspable to mankind. Climate summits are blatant talking shops, it is down to you take action. So have yourself ecological little Christmas, before its too late.