Back in the day, my mother handed my sister and me, one strand of tinsel at a time.
One.
Of course, back then, tinsel was actual tinsel, not a plastic approximation, but still.
One.
At a time.
Which is why, at my house, the task of decorating the tree was not to make the most beautiful tree on the block. The object was for the kids to have fun.
And we did.
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