Reach out with thy branches and extend to us thy blessings.
Smite us not, for our manure is thy nourishment.
Transform unto us clean air from the pollution we present to thee.
On our knees, we beg thee, withhold thy poison from our feline companion.
Not this X-Mas, we promise, but the next, when taller ye have grown.
May our axes be swift, may our chops be gentle.
We beseech thee, dry up not in our home, but in the dump.