Mark grew up with fluffy, conical Douglas Fir tree, bedecked in red and white with tinsel.
The kind of tree to get is a struggle each year. Some years I get what Rolf and I refer to as the "cone tree" which Mark and the kids like, and I wind up hating every minute I have to look at it, and other years we get my kind of tree and the children feel like it isn't a real Christmas tree. Last year I got my choice, but I came home early, put all the lights on and Mark was so grateful not to have to hassle with it, that he overlooked my European tree.
I haven't made up my mind yet, on what we will do this year.