“My grandmother always told me,” she began, her eyes turning toward the Christmas tree in a reverie,

“That it’s okay to like dinosaurs

To believe that fairy tales can come true

To wear white shoes any time you want

To trust in miracles

To not put up with mean people

To love yourself

To love others the best you can.

That sometimes, dessert first is just fine”

Hal nodded. “You had a wonderful grandmother.”

“She was,” Charlotte said.