The only thing I don't like about the artificial tree is the need to stuff it into a coffin-shaped box once the holidays have run their course. I'm not sure why that bothers me, but it does.
Of course, I'm the person who puts her desktop ivy outside in the shade every weekend, so it won't have to spend two days locked in a dark office. I know that's a living plant, whereas the tree is not living. But I just can't shake the feeling that the box is cruel, somehow.
Goodnight, sweet tree, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest (until next year).