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I grew up with a fake tree - I didn't know any different so I loved it.
First person I knew with a real tree was when I was 13. We came back from school and her parents had put it up - she was delighted and said, "Oh it smells like Christmas now!" I was horrified that she didn't get to join in the decorating. Family customs, eh?
Oh my Dad has a fake knee. Probably explains why he let fake trees into the house.
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