Santa's Sparkliest Helper

Previously

…I hopped off the stool, my eyes fixed on our tree. It was perfect. Not perfect in a flawless, never-been-broken way, but perfect in a way that showed love, and care, and the ability to make something beautiful even after a little mishap. A happy sigh escaped my lips. I knew Santa would love it. He would see all the sparkle, and he would know we had tried our very best. And that, I knew now, was the most important thing of all.