It’s that time of year, all around you see
Decorations of all kinds, especially trees
One is special, with those different leaves
She’s not “real”, some say with pet peeves
No smell of pine, she’s fake they say
But Terry sees all the smiles she makes
Made of plastic she “must be from LA”
Terry stands tall, throughout the season, day by day
They joke she came from a box that’s tattered
But the joy she creates is real, so what does it matter?