I used to love real trees. I even planted 250 Colorado spruce and balsam firs out back in hopes of using our own someday. About 10 years ago, we did--a flawless 9" spruce. It was the prickliest damn tree I ever met. We had to decorate it with gloves on, and that barely helped. In 2 weeks, it went full Charlie Brown.
I'm not really into Christmas anymore except in the Tim Minchin sense,
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Mostly, it's because I'm not into Jesus anymore, and the kids are grown. Nevertheless, we still have a tree--a wonderful, fake tree. It looks nice in the living room, and for the last 3 years we haven't had to step on needles whenever we're barefoot for the next 11 months, nor worry that the dog will want to pee against it when we're not looking.
Team Fake, I guess.