Tonight, after a long drive, and a still longer day, I arrived home to find my wife getting our daughters ready for bed. She was helping the eldest, and I asked where the younger one was. "She's getting her pajamas on in her room." I went to her room so I could say goodnight, and couldn't find her. It was totally dark as I stepped inside the door. Only after I was all the way in did I notice the small coloured lights shinning out of a porcelain Christmas tree decoration on her dresser. During the day they had set it up, and now that it was dark, the tree was finally turned on. At this point I saw her, too, leaning on the dresser with her elbows, standing still, staring into the lights. I went and knelt down beside her so I could see what she saw, so I could be as she was. "It's good to see you, Dad" she said without moving her eyes. "It's good to see you too."