When I was younger, we always had two Christmas trees. One (artificial) for my mom to decorate with the nice ornaments and stuff in the living room, and a real one in the playroom for my brother and I to decorate with our macaroni angels and twine wreaths and mismatched ornaments. We always tried to sneak our ornaments onto the ‘nice’ tree but it never worked.
Now, I get to have my own tree and put on it whatever I want. I always get a real one because I like how it smells and how it looks. I picked mine out yesterday and we set it up today. Now I am waiting for the branches to relax so I can decorate it at some point in the next few days. (And I am wondering what to do with these leftover branches we had to cut off the bottom of the tree.) This tree is beautiful. The guy I bought it from said that the trees were all twice as heavy this year off the truck, because they are so full of water. I can tell too, because the leaves are a bright green and aren’t crunchy. Hopefully it lasts a long time. Because it’ll definitely be up for a long time.