Well, I must say that I've always loved the fragrance of a real tree, but never mind the mess and the care necessary, cutting down a live tree that spent years growing just to decorate your home for a few weeks is bordering on the obscene.
Having grown up with live trees, my family opted for an artificial tree sometime in the mid-70s. During my rebellious adolescent phase, I took the liberty of decorating our tree with a glow-in-the-dark rubber skeleton. Not only did it remain on the tree that year, but got put in the box of ornaments, many of which had been handed down for generations, and the family continued to hang the skeleton on the tree without my assistance for many years afterwards. It's worth mentioning that my step-father was a clergyman who had a perverse sense of humor, and no doubt found some sort of theological symbolism in the unorthodox ornament. In any case, it became a family institution.
By the 90s, the entire family had sickened of Christmas and the whole tree-decoration ritual, so someone went out in the yard and found a dead branch, which we propped up in a prominent spot and decorated with a few ornaments, including -- yes! -- the skeleton. We all joined in and had more fun decorating that barren twig than any of us had had in years.