Artificial this tree may be,
But it is a living thing to me.
Each needle a nerve
Each branch a vein
The trunk a heart
All nurture our history.
Forked branches tell of paths
Each twig bears a thing
Decisions made
Priceless memories.
First Christmas together
Children of our loins
Places we have seen
Blessings known by we.
Shiny baubles our joys
Crafted pieces our values
Green our everlasting love
Lights our energy,
