There's no way to do it wrong.

[ Juliet is at the table, making sure the crafts were fully stocked so everyone can keep it up. She's got a ball of string, letting anyone string their snowflakes from any part of the living room that they desire. ]

I had three nephews. Compared to theirs, yours at least actually looks like a snowflake. [ She stares at it, wrinkling her nose. ] Well, almost. I think you need to cut more holes.