Tinsel-Elf Garland: Fantasy

The tinsel-elf garland dangled from the corner of the fireplace mantel, hanging tantalizingly close to the flames. She frowned and waved an imperious hand. The tinsel-elf reluctantly scooted itself up higher, away from the flames that would dissolve its current form and free it to run out the door. "Did I say to burn yourself up?" she demanded. "No. You will stay as you are, in your current form, until after my guests are gone. You will shimmer slightly and shift positions to catch the light--not to catch on fire!" The tinsel garland slumped in depression. She hissed through her teeth. "Well, what can I expect from last-minute preparations?" she muttered to herself. She pivoted on her heel to survey the rest of the room. Transformed elves dangled--

Inspiration: Mistyping "tinself"
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Eh. Mildly humorous fantasy story.