Christmas belongs to toddlers. Forever and ever.
My nieces are still so teency at 2+ years old. They're funny, they're fascinating, the little seeds of their individual personalities are starting to germinate and take hold. Their laughter is infectious. Their fury is untethered.
Their hugs are golden apples from the gods.
May I always be lucky enough to stoop over to pick them up as often as they appear before me.
And I will gather them up greedily.