Tree Trimming Time! by, m


‘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:

This gives a more realistic, drifts-of-snow appearance.

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:


About weywardsisters

The Three Weyward Sisters first appeared in Shakespeare’s “Macbeth”. It turns out we have more in common with these “weird” sisters than we thought. In the Shakespeare play the sisters represent darkness, chaos and conflict. We’ll leave it up to you to decide which of us represents each. They also usually show up to mark impending doom. Well, we certainly hope that our presence on this little corner of the Interwebs doesn’t mean impending doom for anyone. However, we find our commonalities with the witches in other ways. To be weyward means to be willful, disobedient and to turn away from what is “right or proper”. Those who know us would whole heartedly agree – we are three weyward sisters. We are three headstrong, stubborn (some more than others), obstinate and willful sisters. Read at your own risk.

3 responses »

  1. oh nooooo. the tree is in front of the big picture window this year. riddle me this: where to put the ugly paisley ball? If it’s in the back, it’s given a prime spot for the neighbours to see. If it’s in the front, we have to look at it.

  2. LOL. Excellent. And you’re darn right we’ll have tasty treats…I made one special for you!

    And I will be enforcing the yearly tinsel rules.

    #1 No flinging tinsel
    #2 Tinsel shall be hung so that it looks like its intended faux “icicle” shiny-ness.
    #3 I will correct your tinsel if done improperly
    #4 I will dispense all tinsel, giving you only 50-75 pieces at a time.
    #5 Do not, I repeat, DO NOT TANGLE THE TINSEL


  3. the paisley ball is beautiful and was given to us at our first Chirstmas tree decorating party in 1981. Don’t make me choose between you. When you are starting out on your own and you have a poor little Christmas tree and no extra money, have a tree decorating party and ask all your friends to bring a decoration. Voila. You will have many beautiful items and many memories you can think about every Christmas for the rest of your life. Even if your children make fun of them. 🙂

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