A far cry from the weensy tree we got last year, my husband ventured out a little earlier this go-around and picked up a decently sized tree.
Growing up in Los Angeles, my tradition of getting a tree consisted of going to a hardware store parking lot and watching my parents buy a pre-cut tree for about $20.
I still see no problem in paying someone else to do the dirty work of chopping and dragging a tree out of the woods, but my New England-hearty hubs cries "blasphemy!" and insists we (as in he) chop down a fresh one. Fiiine.