Stowaway

"Aunt Annie", caught under the cloak of a dimly lit morning, sneaking into the Christmas bag, destined for a far away land, where (she has heard) children will play with her. I heard her muttering something about being a Christmas Dolly, and how it was her life long dream, and "she isn't getting any younger" so she better seize the opportunity.

Although we will feel a deep sense of loss, and will miss her terribly, we agreed not to stop her. Everyone should get to grow up and be what they want to be, and she really wanted to be a Christmas Dolly. I can't blame her, really.