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We got around that by just hanging fishing weights
on the tree...
I remember it from age five or so. It was heavy and stuck together. Pulling it apart was an art, the essence of which escaped my sister and I, as we hung great globs of it on the tree. It was up to my Mom to do “clean-up”.
We liked to drape the tinsel over the rails of the American Flyer train tracks around the tree to watch the sparks. This was strictly prohibited behavior, but we couldn’t resist.
I remember my sisters and I taking several hours to put on the tinsel. Sometimes my oldest brother would come in and throw the tinsel at the tree. He said it all looked the same to him. For that reason he never got to help with the job - which I think was his intention all along.