I took down all the Christmas decorations yesterday. It took about an hour to get them all packed away, and almost half that time was spent in unwinding all the lights from the tree. The prickly, stabby, needle-y tree that deposited little needles all in my sweater that continued to prick me for some time after the job was done.
The only reason I would ever consider a fake tree? To avoid the miserable task of stringing lights and then taking them all down again.
That's all. Carry on.