My daily routine is to spend a few quiet minutes each night after the kids are in bed hanging ornaments back on the tree.  I find these ornaments through the house– on windowsills, couch cushions, piano benches, bookshelves and under the tree– characters, and props, patiently holding their places in a little girl’s story.  The story is never completed, of course, but is put aside as her thoughts wander along different avenues, and the pieces are left to wait for their turn to come around again.  So, at the end of the day, mama comes through to pick up the pieces and gently put them back to be used again tomorrow with all the brightness, fantasy, and beauty of a child.