Oh yeah, it's SO much fun to get a live tree.
I hate the whole process, but you gotta do it with kids. They make a big thing out of it, and spend at least 2 hours in the freezing cold at the tree farm shouting "This tree!", then finding another one in the next row. This will continue forever, until I finally have had it and just cut the last-picked tree, and as always, half-way through the cut, they shout "I don't like that one"
Then you gotta put it on a tarp and drag the 10 foot beast half a mile to the nearest bailing machine. Then you gotta drag it into your home, and get it to fit into the tree stand. Then you look back at the trail of wet needles and melted snow over your hardwood floors. Then you gotta water the damn thing every day, and lie on your back and slide under it to reach the stand/water container, needles and bulbs falling on your face.
Then it's decorated, and you're proud of yourself.
Then you refuse to take it down. Because you know it's gonna be another pain in the ass. New Years hits.. tree stays. Mid-january, you're still lookin' at it. Then in the final week of the month you realize you gotta get rid of it, and you drag the dried thing out where it's left to die and wait for the city to pick up.
/scrooge