There is always that one Christmas gift that just doesn't quite make it under the tree.
Usually I find it stuffed in the back of my closet, forgotten. Or- I spend most of Christmas day wondering where in the world I hid it so well.
I'm a little crazy that way.
But this year, it wasn't my fault. Birdie's kokeshi doll didn't make it to us in time. After all, she was coming all the way from Japan.
I decided to start a tradition of buying Amelie a kokeshi every Christmas. Now, I'm not so disillusioned as to think that I'm really doing this for my daughter. I know I am doing it because I personally can't resist them.
Who can?
So sue me. Some women live their entire life through their kids. Can't I have just this one thing?
I'm thinking "our" little dolly will come today.
I promise to let Birdie hold her for at least a minute before I put her up high, safe and sound.
In my bedroom.
Stumble It!
