I bought Littletree a Christmas present this year. She was so excited about the idea of Christmas, though she'd never experienced it before and didn't really know what it was all about.
I bought her some second-hand Bratz dolls on eBay, which was again a process for me, because though I went through the acceptance of Barbies, Bratz was another challenge.
In the end, once I'd thought about it, I realised that my respect for Littletree was more important than my own petty judgements about a doll.
Christmas in itself was a bit of a challenge for me, having not celebrated it at all for years, and being quite the anti-consumerist.
But I had this image in my mind of how excited Littletree would be to find a present under the tree when she woke up on Christmas morning. So after she went to sleep, I tidied up her playroom, and set up her little Christmas tree with the presents underneath. (I wrapped the Bratz in a piece of sparkly material from my sewing bag, and a neighbour gave her a present as well).
So the trap was set. I got up before Littletree (as usual) and pottered around the house, camera at the ready, waiting for her to wake up and see the Christmas surprise.
Littletree came downstairs all sleepy-eyed and grumpy, but when she saw the christmas tree:
She could hardly contain herself! She carefully read the tags on the presents, saw that they were both for her, and started opening them.
First she opened the one from the neighbour; ironically a winter hat.
Then she opened my present. See the look on her face as she got the first glimpse of what was inside:
She ran over to me and just about bowled me over with a huge hug, saying "thank you, thank you, thank you!"
It was a great morning :) Littletree spent a while playing with her new Bratz, immediately undid their fancy hairdoes, gave some haircuts, drew on some bindis and tattooes and jewelry...
Purple and I made Levivot (latkes - potato patties traditional for Hannukah), and we did some work in the garden, and hung out with our friend Zell who is visiting.