Santa covered the gift with bath towels and bows. She gave it a tug. The wrap slid off. Her Spidey race track was in the box of 20 plus pieces with instructions in three languages.
She spotted Spidey in his race car and the villain in his.
She looked at her Mommy and Daddy putting pieces together, decorating them with the accompanying stickers. She looked dismayed and started grabbing parts, handing them to whichever parent looked ready to add the track.
Grandma and Grandpa watched amusedly, but they knew better than to aid in the construction.
It was not long until the job was done, and the track was ready for initiation. Tiny hands reached up carefully, aligning the cars on each long, winding roadway.
Her Daddy showed her how to set the cars ready to zoom down. And ZOOM they did!! The little onlooker clapped and danced, her eyes shimmering, her little corkscrew curls bobbing as they framed her gleeful face.
In only a few second, the race was over. She scooped up the cars, replaced them at the starting gate, shrieking, "AGAIN!"
I looked at my husband in his wheelchair. He was as captivated as I.
While our granddaughter's response was energetic and boisterous, my spouse and I only looked at each other knowingly. Our encounter lasted no longer than the time those two cars spent flying down the course.
We looked at each other thinking, remembering another 3-year-old who found delight on Christmas morning so long ago. We spoke not a syllable, but our expressions revealed it all. Joy! Sheer Joy! What a marvelous gift to share Christmas with a child who is 3.
(More photos are taken on and around Christmas than almost any other holiday of the year.)
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