A poem inspiring tree

So I'm going out on a limb here and posting a new poem I wrote this morning. On MC I've been seeing all these beautiful, coordinated trees that look like they should be in a magazine or something and I've dreaded getting our tree up. It is older than Abby and all the ornaments we have acquired as gifts or Abby's art projects and some are from when Nate was little. So none of them match, but after we decorated it today, I was thinking about the history of those ornaments and how our lives have changed since we bought the tree and started decorating it. And it made me a little teary to realize what this tree actually represents. So I wrote it down, in poem form. You don't have to love it, Nate doesn't (but he's not a big fan of any poetry) and that's okay. I still think it expresses how I feel about my most beautiful tree.

My Most Beautiful Christmas Tree

I have a beautiful tree of green
It is neither full or lean
It's ornaments don't match
And it's branches might scratch
It is the most beautiful Christmas tree

I have a small family of four
I couldn't ask for more
My oldest helps to decorate it
My youngest tries to decimate it
It's the most beautiful Christmas tree

I have a few decorations
A hodge podge for the celebrations
Given in love from friends and family
I put them all out to proudly display
It's the most beautiful Christmas tree

I have my favorites that hang
From school crafts or a timely exchange
They decorate the branches with color
We feel the Christmas Spirit together
It's the most beautiful Christmas tree

I have never won an award
It may seem weird or awkward
There are no big coordinating orbs
And the varying colors take much to absorb
It's the most beautiful Christmas tree

I have no real need to defend it
Even if some wouldn't commend it
Cause it's proof of a life filled with love
And the blessings of family from above
It IS the most beautiful Christmas tree