The Pink Ballerina

Christmas lights were left on all night on Christmas eve - a tradition I continue to this day. I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes. I could see our shiny aluminum Christmas tree with color wheel through the glass panes of my bedroom's French doors. I'd have to tip toe out of bed to be able to see around the platform rocker. Had Santa come yet? I peered through the glass. There she stood - a four foot tall ballerina doll with pink tights, ballet slippers, pink tutu with silver glitter, a rhinestone studded tiara in her pink hair. Her arms were posed for balance. I could tell she was perfect - shiny blue eyes that sparkled, delicate pink lips that smiled back at me. What I wouldn't give to have anything even remotely close to that thrill today. . . but I'll always have my memories of when Santa Claus made my wish come true!