‘Tis the season! For the first time in years, I’m going to be at the family Christmas tree decorating soiree! In discussing my excitement with my peers, I’ve come to realize that this type of tradition isn’t a big deal to all families…especially families with children all over the age of 23. Leave it to little A to hold steadfast to our rituals; without her, they might be lost.
Generally at our parents’ place, tree trimming includes the following:
-J and mom bake yummy things
-the biggest, tallest, best smelling, most symmetrical tree is chosen
-the Christmas decorations get hauled out of storage
-hot chocolate is served
-carols are played
Once the stage is set, the decorations are unwrapped one by one, and hung from the branches according to the following attributes: weight (heavy play dough lion needs to go on a low, thick branch), sentimental significance (prime real estate goes to the Lion King ornament from Florida, circa 1994, that once slipped from a careless adult’s grasp but was saved from certain doom by an agile sister of mine…I can’t remember which), and aesthetics (ugly yellow-orange paisley Christmas ball is relegated to rear of the tree, year after year).
Before the (NON TWINKLING) lights are plugged in, the tinsel happens.
I will now describe the tinsel technique, with Beyonce’s help (as tinsel technique photos are lacking on the internet). First off, J has a very strict, rigid method of draping tinsel: one strand at a time, evenly distributed. It hangs like so:
Meanwhile, I prefer to fling chunks of tinsel, like so:
Little A tends to drape tinsel evenly, but has been known to fling a chunk or two in the past (if memory serves me right?).
For future reference, Beyonce also enjoys tinsel hair…
…and tinsel shades…
…but I digress.
The tree trimming madness takes place later this week. Will post results soon.
Oh! And just for good measure, this puppy loves tinsel too: