We always buy a real tree, usually two weeks before Christmas, and my husband always complains about the needles dropping, even from a non-drop tree. He would prefer ro put up a tree only a couple of days, or even better, the day before Christmas.
When the children were small, we would go on a long trek to buy a tree from a special nursery in the country. This was followed by lunch out in the nursery cafeteria and other treats. Once, when my husband was away on a long business trip, I took the children on my own but did not tie the chosen tree securely enough on the roof rack. A kind motorist driving behind us on a quiet country road kept hooting and we were so busy singing "jungle Bells" that we did not notice. Our tree had fallen onto the roadside! Eventually, we managed to retrieve it with little damage done.
Once home, the tree is filled with white lights, never lights that blink, however, but beautiful, dainty, sparkingly luminous white ones, hundreds of them. All the decorations are handmade and include robins, angels, doves, hearts, rosy-cheeked felt Father Christmases, Christmas Puddings( felt) and tiny, tiny baby Jesuses nestlled in matchbox beds made by the children when small.
The youngest in the family ( from age 2) is always lifted high enough to place the crowning glory: an angel or a star, depending on which they choose.
Then we wait for darkness, so that the magic can begin. Our son used to claim that the tree danced when the lights were switchied on!