Global Warming On The Dawning Of Christmas Poem by Trade Martin

As I gaze out my window…..,
On a Yuletide morn……,
And feel the glowing heat of our sun….,
Rising through the dawn……,
We rarely have snow…..,
During our winters anymore…..,
Like we used to years ago…..,
Now the season’s a bore….,
God bless Al Gore…..,
Can’t go sleigh ridin’…..,
Or even bundle up warm……,
Cause it feels like Spring…..,
And the magic is gone…..,
I’m sure it’s Global Warming…..,
Cause that’s what they say…..,
Yes, the glaciers will melt….,
And wash us away…..,
This whole situation…..,
Scares me to death…..,
Years ago they confused me….,
About a coming ice age…..,
But now it’s all changed……,
I listen to TV….,
Because like many….,
I’m a “Puppet Of The Media” ***
They are my ventriloquist…..,
Millions of dummies just like me…..,
Just believe everything we hear…..,
We cannot and do not think for ourselves….,
It’s much too difficult…..,
So there’s one thing I can’t dismiss…..,
And that’s Global Warming On The Dawning Of Christmas….! ! !