When Aravis was fifteen months old, we moved from Tennessee to Texas the week of Christmas. Our decorations were stacks of boxes and a little artificial tree that my mom brought for us. It was the same height as Aravis, who wore a cozy yellow footed sleeper on Christmas Eve. I sat among the boxes and rocked her as we read "'Twas the Night Before Christmas".
The day after Christmas, we drove off and left Mr. Honey to finish another couple of weeks of work before he followed us.