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.

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