When I was a kid living in Oklahoma my mom loved a fake tree and my dad preferred a real one. Us kids were caught in the middle. We loved a real one, but the fake one always looked pretty too. When the debate would come up every year, both our parents would pose their argument and try to get the kids to side with them.
Mom’s Argument: It’s an “artificial” tree, not a fake tree. You can put an artificial tree up a whole month early. The day after Thanksgiving is always preferrable. It always has a nice color. Kids won’t have to run the vacuum cleaner every day to clean up the needles and there is no watering twice a day.
Dad’s Argument: Yes, you have to wait to put the real tree up and do all the upkeep, but when Christmas is over, you just throw it out in the woods behind the house for the critters to make a home in. It smells really good. It smells like Christmas! It’s the way our grandparents used to do things. It’s country and we live in the country. And if we cut our own, it’s free!
It was always difficult to decide what to do, but from what I remember, every year the tree was beautiful. We strung popcorn, hung up age-old and new ornaments, and drank hot chocolate. Real or fake, I mean artificial, we always had a tree covered with candy canes and tensile. If it was an artificial year, our dad hung evergreen car fresheners inside the tree to make it smell better. If it was a real year, we would take the trimmed boughs of the trees and try to make our own decorations and wreaths. No matter what, Christmas was always “real.”
I shouldn’t be surprised that at our house it’s the same difficult decision every year only it is my husband who likes the fake, I mean artificial, tree. I like the real one. This year, it was my turn. We have a real tree.