We always had a real tree when I was a child, but for reasons of economy it was an extremely small one, planted out in the garden again each year. The poor thing never really recovered in between - I well remember the boy next door (who I had a crush on at about 14!) saying, ‘Has your Christmas tree had a heart attack?’
Eventually it was pensioned off and left to grow up.
My elder sister, once married with her own house, said before her first Christmas in it, ‘I’m having a BIG Christmas tree!’
For my first married Christmas we were in Oman, where at the time it was often hard to find even real basics in the shops. So I was very excited when a new, proper shop opened - I set off with a friend to find it - partly down dirt tracks, and Oh, joy! They actually had Christmas trees - the fakest things imaginable, no more than 3 feet, with ‘branches’ of sort of green and white tinsel that you just bent out.
But it came with lights and a few baubles - I was so happy with tree! I don’t think anyone else on our compound had one at all.