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.
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
None. Fuck Xmas, just a ploy to get my monies. I ain't spending shit on anyone else.
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."
Celebrate Festivus -
Just grab a metal rod and stand ...and you are set!
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-=Chipmunk=-
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
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 :/