My faithful old Christmas companion. I've loved your soft, velvet fur and satiny pink ears for as long as I can remember. It was always such a happy day when Dad took down the Christmas boxes from the rafters and handed each of us our velveteen rabbit (you have a B embroidered on your ear so that my brother, Jon, and I could tell ours apart). Each year as a child, I would write myself a Christmas letter to tuck into your big, red stocking with you, looking forward all year to reading that note again.
This year, though, I tucked something new in your Christmas stocking, and it gave me all the joy in the world.
It was Kayleigh's first Christmas. What a happy time! And she looked so sweet snuggled down in your stocking. It brought happy tears to my eyes.
Isn't it wonderful that the magic of a Velveteen Rabbit can live on, even after the child is all grown up?
Memories of those Christmases are so much sweeter now, knowing that I get to relive all of that excitement and joy with my own little family.
And you'll be here for all of it, dear Velveteen.