I grew up in areas where there were Christmas tree farms, but we headed to the mountains to get our trees. Sometimes we even had to make a couple trips. Growing up we had a perfect 12 foot tree in our home, not because it was artificial. It was certainly built. My dad would drill holes in the tree and arrange the branches so they would be perfect. He didn’t really care about it. It was something he did simply because he had unconditioanal love for my mother. It’s not easy to build a tree.