With an artificial tree, everything is in perfect proportion and conditions. That's why we buy them. They offer the perfect solution to all things tree. Except perfect doesn't always have a personality.
Aren't the most beautiful people the ones that have a physical imperfect something. It's what makes them unique.
I realized as I was decorating my real live tree, there were many ornaments I hadn't used in years because they were essentially fillers for those bare spots. When my oldest son, Trent, was a baby I made most of our tree decorations because I didn't have the money for much else. Not that I didn't enjoy making them, it was fun to have a tree with the brightly colored paper and glitter ornaments.
Sooo, it's probably been twenty years since I hauled those paper and glitter ornaments out and they were mostly wrinkled and flat. Amazingly, I was able to tug them into acceptable hole fillers.
I smiled and remembered each person and each instance of why an ornament was created or received. What a great time with Christmas memories. I figured it was my own little special time. I was wrong.
Gracie, five year old granddaughter, came out and spent hours sitting beside the tree, looking at ornaments and asking about them. Where did they come from, can I touch this one, "Look Grandma, this one spins!", why do lights get hot and more. My special time became our special time and that folks was a Christmas memory to beat all. It wouldn't have happened had we not put up a real tree this year. I'm thinking it's a habit which may totally replace my perfectly elegant artificial tree. Perfect isn't all it's cracked up to be.