The star atop our tree is my favorite part of all. When I was little, our family tree was always topped with a foil star, which had been crafted by my father when my parents were newlyweds. When Jacob and I were newlyweds, he made me this one for our first Christmas tree. I hope it lasts forever.
This morning, Andrew saw that the tree had not yet been lit. He pulled the Bumbo (which he has now asserted is his) in front of the tree and pleaded, "yights on, Mama, yights on." Once I'd gotten those yights on, he just sat and stared, a sweet little smile flickering across his face.