“This one,” would say my son pointing to a shiny glass Christmas ornament. “I want this one.”
I would smile back at him and nod. Then he would pickup that big and sparkling Christmas ball and hold it carefully in his hands.
“Can I have two? Both are very small,” would say my daughter and show me two tiny glass birds, one green, one silver.
“Of course.” And then we would stay in line to the register and both kids would hold their christmas ornaments.
Out on the street they would let me carry the package. We would walk through the streets and stop in front of every decorated storefront.
“Shall we have a coffee?” I would ask them.
“Yes, yes!” would shout loudly both of them.
It is cold on the street. We would enter a cafe and kids would order a cake or doughnut and I would get my coffee. Then they would ask to open the bag with the Christmas ornaments. And I would tell them that we should wait till we get home, as they could break them easily here. They both would agree and start singing or drawing something on the paper napkins of the cafe. Drawing small flowers and hearts and themselves dancing. I would look at them, smile and without fully realizing it I would start drawing with them too.