Amber (the elder of the two niecelets, age 4) had just opened her fairy wings from Uncle Mark and Auntie Mrissa. She was squealing and jumping up and down, and I said, "Do you want to put them on?"
And she stopped dead and stared at me with round eyes and said, "Put them on?" As though simply owning fairy wings was more delight than any 4-year-old could expect to have in her life, and wearing them was far above and beyond what she had ever expected.
Yah, so. That's what we call a happy little girl. And a successful Christmas present.
(I think she's a little disappointed that her little sister Lily isn't big enough to wear hers yet, though.)
(Lily is still a bit skeptical of Auntie Mris.)