My wife finally broke me down and we just ordered a fake tree. First time in my life I will live in a house with a fake tree. I'm bummed, but I guess it's more practical. It just doesn't have that real tree smell...
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I didn't have a tree until my parents bought me one. I don't really celebrate holidays much. It's a small fiber optic Christmas tree.
Something like this: . If that image doesn't display due to hotlinking, just do a Google Image Search for fiber optic Christmas tree. Since they bought it for me, I feel obligated to put it out.
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Real and almost as fat around as it is high is the order from Mrs. Dunk - the worst thing that could have happened to me when we moved was French Doors into the living room - it meant I could drag in an even fatter tree.
And now she makes me spring for another small tree for the kids for the family room.....I'm no Scrooge but one tree really is enough
Originally posted by redsoxnationFake tree. Easier to deal with and a once every several years purchase rather than a yearly purchase.
Ditto. I spend too much money around Christmastime as it is, so it's nice to know that all I have to do is get the box from the basement. There's also the matter of me being constantly worried that I'll fail to take care of it properly, and it'll die on me before Christmas.
Don't get me wrong. If it moves around, makes noise, and I can play with it (say a cat or a child), I could take care of it fine. A tree, on the other hand, I can see myself neglecting way too easily.
In my apartment, I probably won't bother with a tree at all. I just can't bring myself to care enough, especially when I won't be here for a week before and a week after Christmas anyway. I'm going back home to see my folks, so the tree decision will be up to them. I expect they'll use the fake one again, but they've surprised me before.
I would prefer a real tree with coloured lights. My wife prefers fake with clear lights.
Whipped you say? I say I can put up my old mini-tree with beautiful coloured lights in the man cave! Okay, I'm whipped.
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