Real christmas tree or fake?

Real tree or fake?

  • Real

    Votes: 29 42.6%
  • Fake

    Votes: 32 47.1%
  • None

    Votes: 7 10.3%

  • Total voters
    68
All about the easiest route. Grew up with fake trees, looks good, are storable, and less hastle. No real reason to go with a real tree.
 


All about the easiest route. Grew up with fake trees, looks good, are storable, and less hastle. No real reason to go with a real tree.

Authenticity can be classified as a real reason. What you may consider a hassle, others may enjoy the process of going out into a field, cutting down their own tree, hanging around the fire at the tree farm with hot chocolate, taking the tree back, putting it up, and having fun with the whole process. Sure, that may be somewhat of a little house on the prairie mentality, but it doesn't have to be a pain in the ass if whoever you're with while getting the tree/putting it up aren't high strung assholes.

There's justifiable reasons on both sides.
 
better go for the fake due to the reason below
1. easy to clean up
2. can use again on following year
:)
 
Oh yeah, it's SO much fun to get a live tree.

I hate the whole process, but you gotta do it with kids. They make a big thing out of it, and spend at least 2 hours in the freezing cold at the tree farm shouting "This tree!", then finding another one in the next row. This will continue forever, until I finally have had it and just cut the last-picked tree, and as always, half-way through the cut, they shout "I don't like that one"

Then you gotta put it on a tarp and drag the 10 foot beast half a mile to the nearest bailing machine. Then you gotta drag it into your home, and get it to fit into the tree stand. Then you look back at the trail of wet needles and melted snow over your hardwood floors. Then you gotta water the damn thing every day, and lie on your back and slide under it to reach the stand/water container, needles and bulbs falling on your face.

Then it's decorated, and you're proud of yourself.

Then you refuse to take it down. Because you know it's gonna be another pain in the ass. New Years hits.. tree stays. Mid-january, you're still lookin' at it. Then in the final week of the month you realize you gotta get rid of it, and you drag the dried thing out where it's left to die and wait for the city to pick up.

/scrooge

Admit it, the first year you loved it, you said to yourself: "These are the kind of experiences that money can't buy, this will surely become a tradition in our family."

The next year you said to yourself: "When are these little assholes gonna find a tree already, they're so damn picky just like their mother. Every one of these trees look the fuckin' same to me anyway."

Aren't the holidays grand :D
 
None. Fuck Xmas, just a ploy to get my monies. I ain't spending shit on anyone else.

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A picture of the grinch would've been epic.

What can I say, we never had christmas growing up so I don't care for it. I hate the holiday periods, everything is closed and in Australia it's the middle of fucking summer, there is no sitting around the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate here. People spend up big and get into debt to buy their kids plastic shit made in China that they don't need and won't want the day after.
 
All you scrooges with fake trees need to get with it. Chrismas/Festivus is only once a year! Enjoy it for what it is and quit fucking crying about your itchy eyes and lack of space.
 
Admit it, the first year you loved it, you said to yourself: "These are the kind of experiences that money can't buy, this will surely become a tradition in our family."

The next year you said to yourself: "When are these little assholes gonna find a tree already, they're so damn picky just like their mother. Every one of these trees look the fuckin' same to me anyway."

LOL - guilty as charged.

I whine and bitch about it but you're right, there's a sliver of me that looks forward to it each year.
 
Had a little debate with an overly-environmentally friendly co-worker a few years back about this.

She insisted that she would get a fake tree as tree cutting was "bad".

I insisted that the chemicals involved in making the fake tree, and the whole process of shipping it from the manufacturer to the retailer was far worse for the envirnonment.

Not everyone has access to a tree farm, but I just noticed that Ikea here in Toronto is selling real trees for $20.
 
My family was too poor when I was growing up to afford a Christmas tree so I have to say real. (that's what happens when the breadwinner loses his practice and license then ends up in prison...)

I used to think that trees must of been expensive since my Dad couldn't afford one, man... Thank god for capitalism...

Last time I had a Christmas tree as a kid I was 11 or 12.
 
As I type, my wife is decorating the twelve-feet-tall monstrosity I bought for our first Christmas in this house back a few years ago. Every year I go through the ritual of lugging it and box after box of Christmas crap up the stairs, put together the tree, let the kids put the first ornaments on the tree while wife takes a picture to post on Facebook, and then go back to the business of running my business while stealing surreptious glances at my wife's T&A as she stretches and bends and so forth to completely cover up the 12FTM with the tacky, overpriced horseshit that came out of the boxes I lugged up the stairs. What does this have to do with real vs. fake? Simple: With everything in boxes and an assembly process that requires a pair of pliers, I look both strong and competent, thus increasing my chances for festive holiday sex on the couch once it's all finally decorated. But if the 12FTM was real, there would be a huge amount of swearing, nagging about when I was going to go get a tree, me complaining endlessly about how dumb it was to put that landing on the front steps etc. and all that negative energy would pretty well guarantee that I'd miss out on the holiday-cheer-fueled hot fucking I usually get once the stupid decorations are up.

In summary:

FAKE: One-time expense; holiday fucking

REAL: Recurring expense; no fucking

Gentlemen, this decision pretty well makes itself, as far as I can tell.


Frank
 
As I type, my wife is decorating the twelve-feet-tall monstrosity I bought for our first Christmas in this house back a few years ago. Every year I go through the ritual of lugging it and box after box of Christmas crap up the stairs, put together the tree, let the kids put the first ornaments on the tree while wife takes a picture to post on Facebook, and then go back to the business of running my business while stealing surreptious glances at my wife's T&A as she stretches and bends and so forth to completely cover up the 12FTM with the tacky, overpriced horseshit that came out of the boxes I lugged up the stairs. What does this have to do with real vs. fake? Simple: With everything in boxes and an assembly process that requires a pair of pliers, I look both strong and competent, thus increasing my chances for festive holiday sex on the couch once it's all finally decorated. But if the 12FTM was real, there would be a huge amount of swearing, nagging about when I was going to go get a tree, me complaining endlessly about how dumb it was to put that landing on the front steps etc. and all that negative energy would pretty well guarantee that I'd miss out on the holiday-cheer-fueled hot fucking I usually get once the stupid decorations are up.

In summary:

FAKE: One-time expense; holiday fucking

REAL: Recurring expense; no fucking

Gentlemen, this decision pretty well makes itself, as far as I can tell.


Frank

^^^This^^^
 
There's a money making opportunity here. The Christmas Tree Growers Association is nervous about numbers like this very poll. Someone needs to approach them NOW and pitch a strategy that would turn those numbers around for them for next year.
 
needles really aren't a big deal if you use a big enough christmas tree skirt. just let them land on it. we have a 11 month old so we just keep a gate around the tree and she can't get to it. it is more work though, especially if you're cutting down your own tree like I did yesterday lol. wife insists on it though :/

This.


Except for the cutting down the tree part. Real smell nice and look good, but they're a minor pain in the ass over the fake ones.