Trimming The Tree

It's all my mother-in-law's fault. If she hadn't given me the idea of doing it first, I wouldn't have even thought that it was okay to do! But here I am, looking like a brat needlessly. *sigh*
Confession: Hello, my name is Amy and I am a two tree snob. When I first met Jeff he was sixteen years old and it was a couple weeks shy of Christmas time. We went to a school dance, realized that he HATED dances and so went back to his house to hang out for awhile. That's when I was first introduced to the concept of having two trees. At first I thought that they were all a little crazy and that the tree in the family room looked kind of like one that Charlie Brown would be proud of. It was made of plastic and had a string of popcorn and mis-matched ornaments and looked like little brother had the upper hand in decorating it. I found out that Jeff was the main decorator that year and that he LOVED it! His mother had a beautifully decorated real tree with matching ornaments and all white lights nestled cosily in the corner of the front room where all who entered the home would surely "oooh" and "awww" at it's awesomeness.
When I was a kid we never had a home that afforded the room for two trees, I don't think that it was something that my mom would have done anyway. It would only mean one more place for the kids to play and potentially destroy. (I was an... active child, you could say.) Similarly, when Jeff and I got married we really didn't have the room for a second tree. But Jeff was happy because he got to decorate the tree with our meager decorations and that was all that mattered.
Fast forward 10 years....
Now we DO have the room and we've been gifted hand-me-down plastic trees of our own. I don't feel guilty because I didn't kill a tree to satisfy my snobbish tendencies. We have a tree in our front room with white lights and beautiful red, gold, white and clear-ish glass ornaments while upstairs we have another tree proudly displayed in front of the window that is covered with multi-colored lights, snowmen, icicles, ribbons, bows and zoo animals. The kids are happy. Jeff is happy. But most importantly, I am happy that the kids got to decorate their own tree and so they'll leave mine alone. I'll admit, though, that the kids' tree is a little more colorful and festive. Not quite as cold and impersonal as mine is. Maybe I'll have to switch things up for next year?
What about you? Do you have two trees? Are your kids allowed to touch the tree? Does your husband (or wife) get giddy with the anticipation of stringing the lights?