I used to live in a land where “real” trees grew on the side of the roads, wild…
Every once in a while, we’d brave household allergies and get a real tree…
We’d go hunt the supermarket lots for a real winner.
They’d wrap it up in netting; we’d spend 20 minutes trying to rig it to the top of the car.
We’d drive home carefully, and spend another hour or so trying to get it through the front door.
Then we’d wait, decorate it another day, because we were tired. Meanwhile, we’d have to remember to water it regularly, so that the little needles didn’t start falling off every time we touched it.
We’d have to turn the lights off anytime we weren’t in the room, because the tree would dry out. We’d have to throw it away before New Year’s because it was brown-dead.
We like this option much better. So does Kitty.