Real Trees vs. Fake Trees
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: