Artificial Christmas Tree

I think that I shall never be,
Sold on an artificial tree.
A Christmas tree was plastic limbs
Just doesn't stir me up to hymns;
A tree with needles made of foil;
That grew in factories, not soil;
And, though it will not burst nor shed,
Will neither be alive nor dead.
Perennial, yes, it may be,
And formed in perfect symmetry.
But only God can make a tree
To suit old fashioned fools like me!