I grew up with an artificial tree.
When I got married, my new wife insisted on a real
tree. We did that for a couple of years,
but I finally convinced her that the repeated costs of a tree that would shed
needles, present a fire hazard, and finally be thrown in the trash a few days
after Christmas was inferior to a beautiful and perfect artificial tree that
could be reused for years. It was the
cost saving that finally convinced her.
We are on our second tree in 15 years. It’s still beautiful and perfect.
My parent's tree is aluminum...
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