Damn me being the perv I am thought you were talking about breasts so I voted real, however I prefer fake unless the tree is retrieved, set up, watered, taken down and needles vaccumed up by somebody else; then I would prefer a real tree.
Gotta love a Blue Spruce that you drove out into the woods and cut yourself with a bow saw. Too bad all I can get down here in gawd forsaken Florida is a North Carolina Douglas Fir, sappy sob.
Growing up my dad, sister, and I would cut down a tree every year the day after thanksgiving. I loved having real trees. I loved the whole experience at the tree farm on cold days, drinking cider and eating cookies.
No question, fake ... pre lit, no muss no fuss, no sticky pine water to get spilled, no needles woven into the carpet ... oh yeah, and no husband with his eyes swollen shut, breaking out in a rash, all stuffed up because he's severely allergic to pine