The Last Christmas
In the far, far north, outside Milton Keynes, there grows a lonely tree. Legend has it that when this tree is cut down, there will never be another Christmas.
Ten years ago, a woodcutter drove a marker into the trunk of the fifty-foot tree at a point half his own height.
Not knowing of the legend of the tree, he promised himself he would finally get around to felling this lonely tree when the marker was as high as he.
So far, I am sure you are with me on the veracity of this tale. Trust me that the rest of the tale is true…
This woodsman was a bit of a legend himself- he was twenty-five feet tall ten years ago. Legends are rife in the northern reaches….
Ten years ago, the woodsman grew at a rate of a foot a year. Today he grows at only eleven inches per year. Every ten years (on the dot) his rate of growth shrinks by an inch. Someday, he will stop growing altogether….
It’s twue, it’s twue!! (Additional points for spotting where that quote comes from)
The tree, on the other hand, will grow until it is cut down at a rate of one inch per year.
If legends live forever (and were true), in how many years will the last Christmas be?