I think Jack was trying to spin a Spidey web (with a skein of my favorite chenille-y yarn) in an effort to catch Santa when he lands at the bottom of our fireplace:
As usual, things always end up with the strip-down to undies.
After dressing the living room with webs, Jack gleefully wrapped himself up in the yarn and yelled "Spidey’s got me in his web!" again and again. Not with fear, mind you. With utter delight.
I don’t remember creating these kinds of strange scenarios for myself as a little girl. Is this a common little-boy thing? I’m still learning about these mystifying creatures. I think I’ve got a ways to go before I get it.