Dear Doll House

I loved you when I was little.  And I love you now.  You were made by my Dad's hands and my mom's imagination.  You were decorated over and over by my little hands.  And you were loved by both my sister and I.  Until we got too big for you.  Until you seemed babyish.  And old.  But you don't seem that way now, despite your frayed wallpaper and faded paint.  You seem exactly perfect for a certain little girl in the family.  And we have plans for you...  Plans to clean you up.  Freshen your paint.  And furnish you.  With all the things that a new generation of little people would love to rearrange.  I can't wait to see you under our Christmas tree this year.  Ready for a new life.  Thank you for waiting all these years, up in the attic, for my babies to need you.