Christmas Trees - Fake Or Real?

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Originally Posted by helixcash_sean

Real Cats or Fake Cats..... is there even a solution? :santa:

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I'm allergic to real cats. I've found maybe three cats, ever, that I've not exploded in a swath of sneezes and hives from, each a different species, but apparently an exception from that species since I'm allergic to other ones.

About the best I can do is dope myself up on Claratin quick desolve tablets and pray the place has been vacuumed and the cat doesn't decide it likes me.

It's sad, because I've always loved cats... ah well, there are plenty of other animals to shower my affections upon.

We have a fake one that lives in a box for about 50 weeks of the year until we pull it out, plug it in and that’s that. Simple. Bah humbug!

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Originally Posted by luke preston

We have a fake one that lives in a box for about 50 weeks of the year until we pull it out, plug it in and that’s that. Simple. Bah humbug!

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Wait.. a fake cat that lives in a box? Neat!

Fake for us.

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Fake and real trees cost about the same but fake ones last a lifetime.

Fake ones dont have all those pesky needles

you can adjust the branches to make the tree look perfect , real ones if there is a gap you have to live with it

at the end of the season you dont have a big brown igly thing sitting out on your sidewalk waiting weeks for the garbage people to pick it up

No tree. Our cat will eat anything that isn't nailed down.

Michael

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Originally Posted by Kushiel

Wait.. a fake cat that lives in a box? Neat!

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Not to mention that fact that they plug it in.

I like the smell of real trees but you can get the glade candles now that smell like the damn tree and not have to clean up all the mess hehe!

We always had a real tree when I was growing up and the smell was always so wonderful. Problem was that my mother always had to have a 10 foot high, FULL BUSHY tree that several families of squirrels could live and feed of of for a year.

I still remember the agonies that my father would go through getting that damn tree with all its weight to stand firm. In that time, tree stands were not as sophisticated and so cinder blocks and heavy rocks, along with a few hidden wires nailed to the wall from behind the tree were used to keep it standing.

It was always fun though for my brother and I to watch my mother place the ornaments on the tree. Of course, my brother and I got to help -- after all, someone needed to carry the boxes up from the basement :whip: