Not many years ago, when a certain TV show was newly popular, our family was out Christmas tree hunting, and the tag on one of the trees prompted me to extemporize in verse:
O! Noble Fir!
That doth stand guardian in the living room at night
Providing for the agile cat one new height
To scale with festive cheer we gather ’round to decorate
Thine every bough with beads and balls of glass ornate
What madness is this to espouse
The need each winter to drag a tree into the house
Says Tanenbaum “What are the chances that this crazy family will ‘Pimp my branches’ ”
Despite the oratory, after some debate, the family by-passed the noble Fir in favor of a Balsam pine.