Christmas Tree

I unbox my faux Christmas tree, a tradition every year, Adorned with baubles, lights, and festive cheer, In the living room, presents beneath its boughs, A holiday aura, a delightful vow. My daughter opts for a real Spruce so divine, Decked in finery, outshining mine, Alpine scent wafts, a winter's sweet reprieve, Snowy visions, Christmas Eve. Around the lake on a cool, cloudy day, Live trees adorned in hues, a picturesque display, Birds chirp, lively ornaments on display, Geese, swans, egrets in festive play. Rain or shine, the tree stands bold, A beacon of goodwill, a tale untold, No shining lights, no silvery attire, Yet, an aura of happiness, a radiant fire.