When we was nippers, we had real trees for a while, then mum got fed up with needles etc, and we had the tackiest of tcky fake trees with tacky baubles, tacky this, tacky that and more tinsel than Woolies used to have in stock.

And I'm sure she used to complain about needles even with the plastic one!
Mrs F had an altogether less tacky upbringing, and so now her taste for trees has (happily) won the day. Over the years, her and the kids have made a load of crafty nicey-nicey wholesome really rather lovely decorations, which adorn our tree during the yuletide festivities.

We go and get a tree form a farm about 5 or so miles away, where the fella has a great big wood that he's been cultivating for years for the Christmas market. You bring a saw and go into the wood, find a tree a cut it down your self, drag/carry it back to HQ and pay about £2 per foot. I usually get a six to eight footer (we've got very high ceilings

) The kids tell me they enjoy this process of cutting down the tree, but I suspect it's me that derives the most pleasure from it

We put it up the weekend before Christmas, and it comes down on 6th Jan.
I'm not in any way religious (quite the opposite) but I love Christmas

but not when it starts in blimming Sept/Oct/Nov....