No, it's not a silver bell like in The Polar Express, but it is every bit as meaningful.
This year, Ava has been hand-making special gifts for various people and then wrapping them herself to put under the tree. She apparently created this gift just for me, but could barely stand the anticipation of waiting for me open it. I tried and tried to convince her to wait until Christmas, but finally she could take it no more. It kept showing up places, like beside my bed, at my feet while I graded papers, etc. So I laughingly agreed to open the first gift of the season.
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