Surely there is enough precedent for tree-hugging and nature worship within paganism as a whole, enough allegory for the Tree of Life in ceremonial magics to see the whole useful symbolism of having a decorated tree in the house during the holiday season.
For me it serves the purpose of making my Catholic parents happy because they look at it and see Christmas. It reminds me of my childhood too, with all the family gathered 'round and enjoying company and Santa with all the trimmings.
For me today, the tree gives me thoughts of happy Winter Solstice celebrations with my witch-family and carrying on the traditions of burning the Yule log (NB: mines a fake tree, I have a separately collected wood specimen for the Yule log burning).
And besides all that....I like the whole hoopla of getting the family together to decorate the tree and the house with lights and branches and pine cones. I love the smelling all the wintry smells of pine needles, of mulled spiced cider, of gingerbread and cinnamon. I love being out in the cold long enough to appreciate the warmth of the fireplace and a cup of cocoa with whatever marshmellows are left over, those that didn't fit atop the sweet potatoes at Thanksgiving.
This year's tree is special for me. This is the first holiday season that I am spending with my fiance since moving in together. Like so many other things, we came into the relationship with our separate stuff and are now learning how to combine it into OUR stuff.
I'm enjoying the process of seeing what familial traditions are sacrosanct for each of us and which we want to jettison and create anew, just between us.
So this tree is one such...er, mulligan. I had the tree itself, but the old decorations reminded me of a past life with my ex-husband. Similarly, the stockings that my fiance had held too many memories of his ex-wife and kids, now estranged and distant.
Thus, we went out to pick something else for OUR future together. Something that would speak to the colorful and bright new life beginning together while we're both somewhat beaten down and jaded and steadily approaching 50.
Never too late for a happy ending, kids, so ELECTRIC PEACOCK it is!!