It was the night before Christmas, and all over the land,
There were no windmills spinning, not even in the sand.
The panel lies quietly, its surface exposed,
Because the snow has fallen, blocking the sunlight in the air.
The children were lying comfortably on their beds,
Meanwhile, images of power outages swirled in their minds.
Mom brought a blanket and I wore a hat,
Just settled in for a long hibernation.
When we got to the lawn, there was a sudden splashing sound.
I jumped out of my chair to see what was going on.
I flew to the window like lightning,
Tear down the blinds and pull up the window frames.
The moon on the snow is like carbonless light,
Light up the grid and its costs will only increase.
When something appears in my doubtful eyes,
But a mini sleigh and eight little reindeer.
With a little veteran driver, lively and smart,
I knew immediately that it must be Seinai.
They come faster than the models, faster than his minions,
He whistled, shouted, and called their names:
“Now there's wind! Now there's solar energy! Now Mike's carbon-free!
On Greta! On Al Gore! Policy peak!
At the top of the porch! At the top of the wall!
Net zero emissions for everyone, tax cuts for everyone!
Like dry leaves before a wild hurricane takes flight,
When they encounter a windmill, they fly into the sky.
So they blew the racehorse to the roof,
With a sleigh laden with missions, and Sainte-Neil.
Then in the blink of an eye I heard from the rooftops:
The prancing and clawing of each little hoof.
As I draw pictures in my mind and turn around,
Nye jumped down the chimney.
He is green from head to toe,
His clothes were also stained with ashes and soot.
He carries a bundle of carbon credits on his back,
He looked like a lobbyist opening his package.
His eyes – sparkling! His dimples, how happy they are!
His cheeks are like roses and his nose is like cherries!
He talked about emissions, doom and despair,
There was a didactic tone in the air.
But before he drove out of my sight, I heard him exclaim:
“Green policies for everyone and have a nice cold night!”
So readers, take courage and keep asking,
Because facts endure, even though they often fail to sell.
I wish you all a Merry Christmas and may your wisdom fly,
In the light of good science we find true light.
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