Dear Christmas Ornament from That Ornament Party I Went to When I Was Little,
What do you look like, Christmas Ornament? Which one are you? Are you the little bear riding a red tricycle? Are you the ornate doll with a string from your back? I can’t remember. I don’t know who threw that party or why I was there. I remember the house was large and dim with a lot of dark wood and a big Christmas tree studded with ornaments. And when we left, we each got to take one home. I remember a woman (how did we know her?) who was very intense about my choice. I remember thinking it was important that I pretend to care about my choice. Everything was very hushed and the charm felt very orchestrated, though something tells me the host was imagining something more along the lines of something Fezziwig had whirled together.
Anyway. Your adoption story has a small foothold in my memory, even if your shape and personality do not.
Merry Christmas!
-e.