I love to visit friends who have real ones, though.
I’m all about the real trees, you can’t beat the smell and I’m a clean
freak so don’t mind hoovering up the needles. This year it’s artificial
though because Dorothy is allergic to pine and much as I love a real
tree it’s probably not worth killing my landlord. Also. They’re freaking
expensive and I’m eating dust at the moment in an attempt to save