Santa brought a pile of books for under the tree. As we were cleaning up the ornaments (whee! I put the tree away today!) Rosey espied them again and jumped to grab them, sorting out which ones must be read immediately and which could wait a few minutes.
She sat on the floor, busily telling me the titles of her stocking-full of Disney books.
'Mama! See! There's Ariel, and Nemo, and Cinderella, and Indiana Jones, and Woody and the dogs and those lions and the Incredible people.'
I wasn't listening, really, I was busy battling the tree back in the box and trying to remember how in hell I had put all this stuff in the box to begin with. (The plan for next year? TWO full-sized trees. And bigger boxes.) But something caught my attention.
She showed me the cover.
Well, she did get the hat right......