As a child, we had a fake tree. The one year that we had a real cedar tree, dug up by my father in the woods by our house, I was allergic. Not just a little sneezing, but a nice rash anywhere I touched the thing. And yes, I said dug up, not cut down. My dad was a fireman and if the tree has roots and is watered, it is less likely to catch fire. And if memory serves me right, there was a praying mantis egg case in the tree. Since it was warm in the house, they hatched. 100-200 little babies all walking around the house. (I talked to my mother today to confirm the details. It was the Christmas I was in first grade and the year my sister was born.) Seriously - I can not make this stuff up.
Do you go as a family each to pick out the tree? Do you go to the same place year after year? I would love to see pictures. Seriously - I would.