When I was a kid, this wasn't a question. For Christmas, you got a real tree. Anyone who got a fake tree generally wound up with a scraggly, stick-like thing that—at best—resembled the sad evergreen from A Charlie Brown Christmas.
Over the years, though, the fake trees have gotten better—much better. My grandparents, for example, had the same full, perfectly shaped tree for three years before I thought to ask if it was plastic.
Still, there's something about a real pine in your living room.
Which camp do you count yourself as part of?