Poor Hat! Very funny, and it reminded me of a long ago Christmas. Husband was at work so I put up the tree, decorated it with my almost two-year-old son working on the bottom. My mom had given me all the childhood ornaments, and I was thrilled to share my Christmases Past. We sat down on the floor to gaze up at our beautiful tree. It was stunning. And then it fell. I scooped my son out of the way and stared, horrified. All the precious memories of my youth had smashed except one. I cried. My son asked, "Why are you crying?" I said, "That's my Christmas, from when I was little like you," and he replied, "I'll be your Christmas, Mama."
And so he has been.