I led Jamie to the old storage room and flipped on the light. “Santa gave you a toy room,” I said.
Jamie surveyed the room with nothing in it but a teddy bear on the floor, then smiled. Jamie began to run around in circles with delight. “I love it,” she said.
Eventually, the room would fill with toys, which later gave way in Jamie’s early teen years to a music room full of guitars, drums and amplifiers. Finally, the room became a combination sewing room and art studio.
Even though 20 years have now passed, I always feel a sense of Christmas when I enter that room.