Return of the Big Daddy

Last Christmas, there was a large package under the tree that JT dubbed "the Big Daddy." The Big Daddy came from his cousins in California and after it was wrapped and placed under the tree, JT admired it so much that the wrapping was worn at the corners from being much-handled.

He's allowed to open one package on Christmas Eve; the Big Daddy was the obvious choice. And the Big Daddy certainly delivered.

Auntie KO has determined to continue the tradition and this year's Big Daddy arrived on Wednesday. JT spotted the box on the porch as soon as we got home. I distracted him so that he couldn't see the brand on the box and when he went to his attic playroom, I snuck Big Daddy II into an undisclosed hiding place. Soon enough we'll have a Christmas tree and one morning when JT comes downstairs he'll find Big Daddy II, stacked behind the tree and taunting him with its promise of toy joy.
In the last few years, Christmas has been hard for me. But I still love this part, with its secrets and temptations. For me, JT's joy and excitement is the real magic of the season. And I love the fact that the Big Daddy has become one of our family traditions.

Thanks, Auntie KO.