The Invisible Christmas Tree.

The tree I keep in my house is in my thoughts. I want the tree to live, to breathe. Not to be in someone's house dressed up with hot lights, a bundle of capitalist 'gift's where little children are good so they will receive their 'gifts' while at the same time children are going hungry in third world countries.

It doesn't make any sense. The world is a cruel place.

X-mas means nothing to me.

All I want for the world is nourishment and peace.

Nothing else.