The first Christmas tree we had after we were married was the most appallingly ‘fake’ fake imaginable - we were living in Oman and at the time there were virtually no western style shops and nothing Christmassy to buy - until someone told me a new ‘proper’ shop had just opened!
So off I went with her in my little car to try to find it - down a few dirt tracks, and oh, joy, there it was - and they had a little Christmas tree in a box, with a set of lights and a few baubles!
It was only about 3 feet tall and the ‘branches’ were just stick things you bent out, with green and white tinsel ‘needles’, but I was so overjoyed to get any sort of tree - IIRC we were the only house on our construction camp to have one at all, so all the children were invited in to admire it.
I still regret chucking it many years later, after we’d been long back in the U.K. - when we were clearing out the loft.