Peter is here! He is very tall and he smells like the cold wind and the smoke from his big fireplace. He picked me up and did the Whoosh thing where I can see the top of the fridge. The fridge has a lot of pictures on it, but today it has a special drawing of a star. Then there is the Boy who looks like a tree, and the Lady with the Big Tummy.

The Lady is sitting on the sofa. Her tummy is like a big, soft ball hidden under her jumper. I think the baby inside is listening to the music. I went over and gave the tummy a pat. It felt hard and warm.

"Is the bird coming out for the presents?" I asked. I hope the bird likes toys.

"Not yet, Snow," the Lady said. She has a soft voice, like the fluff on my favorite blanket. "She's waiting for the sun to get stronger."

We sat on the floor and played the game with the colorful pieces. Peter is bad at the game; he keeps putting the red ones where the blue ones go and making me laugh until my tummy hurts. Mummy brought a big plate of the tiny sausages with the sticky honey on them. They are my favorite because they are small like me. The Boy-Tree gave me a piece of his chocolate, and he winked. I think he's a secret-keeper. I like secret-keepers.

After the sausages, it was time for the "Special Sharing." Mummy brought a big plastic box out from under the stairs. It smelled like the attic—dusty and like old flowers.

"These are for the little bird," Mummy said, looking at the Lady.

I helped. I pulled out a tiny, tiny cardigan. It was yellow, like a ducky. I remember wearing it! It felt soft against my face. I held it up to the Lady's tummy so the baby could see.

"This is from me," I told the tummy. "It's for when you're small. I am big now, so you can have it. But don't get the jam on it. Jam is hard to wash."

The Lady looked like she was going to have the "leaky eyes" again, the happy-sad ones. She took the yellow cardigan and hugged it. Then there were more things—a wooden rattle that goes click-clack and a book about a hungry caterpillar with holes in the pages.

The room was full of paper now. Red paper, green paper, and the silver paper that makes a loud crinkle-crunch when you jump on it. Peter gave me a box that had a wooden train inside. It has a blue engine! I made it go Choo-Choo all across the rug, past Peter's big boots and under the Lady's chair.