Hans Andersen’ s Dark Musings From A Discarded Christmas Tree

I have been reading Hans Andersen’s unsettling account of a Christmas fir tree that feels pain. I was reminded of this story last year when I came across Lars Ostenfeld’s beautifully sad and poignant adaptation of  The Fir Tree (Danish: Grantræet) on the BBC iPlayer. I  do not think you will ever contemplate your tree in the same way again following these dark musings.

The tale was first published with ‘The Snow Queen’ on 21st December 1844. The story is narrated by the tree itself (which appeals to my botanical sensibilities) and like all of Andersen’s tales there is an emphasis on physical pain and suffering. The tree is vain and so impatient to grow up that it cannot live in the moment because it expects a greater glory. When it is pulled up for a Christmas tree its life is subject to the whim of the humans whose admiration it craves. They profess to love it dressing it with candles before depriving it of light and discarding it on a fire. The tree is entirely sentient and like the tale’s creator is afflicted with a melancholy sensitivity. It’s sensibility is so great that it not only feels the Christmas tree decorations weighing down its branches, and the candles burning its parched leaves, it also feels the pain of rejection from those who had seemingly loved it. When it is discarded and thrown in an outhouse it endures the deprivation of light, its life source, before being dragged outside and set alight. Andersen had written tales with unhappy endings before (The Little Mermaid’ and ‘The Steadfast Tin Soldier’, for example) but a new darker note is struck with ‘The Fir Tree’. It suggests not only the mercilessness of fate but the futility of life itself, only the moment is worth embracing.

If you like a winter’s tale (and a sad tale is best for winter) you will enjoy the beauty of this story. The forest is deeply lush and the Danish speaking tree is extremely uncanny. It does make you question the beauty of something that is dying from the moment it is brought into the house. Andersen’s Nordic sensibilities are very eco gothic here and the tale is wonderfully dark. The tree is both tragic and narcissistic. Still time to be unsettled by its arboreal sensitivities.  You can find the story in any complete Andersen collection. and there is an online version here (though I am not sure about this translation). I am lucky to have an M.R. James translation of the tale in an original Faber edition from 1930. I am truly amazed by the meeting of those two minds.

It is worth noting that in the UK 6 – 7 million Christmas trees are discarded every year and 250 tonnes of Christmas trees are thrown away after Christmas, when they could be used for compost. 

About Sam George

Associate Professor of Research, School of Humanities, University of Hertfordshire Co-convenor OGOM Project
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