With five kids of my own and two foster daughters in our home, I was not excited about decorating for Christmas. "I'll just hang up stockings," I murmured to Angelica, our newest arrival. Angelica, a tiny, frail six-year old, stood at my side as I rummage through the Christmas decoration boxes. After observing the array of beautiful decorations as I plowed through box after box looking for the stockings, she tapped me shyly on the arm. "Oh, Mommy," she declared in wonder, "Did you know that when you live in a car you don't get to decorate for Christmas? I have never put ornaments on a tree or had a wreath on the door of my house. If you don't put up the tree, I won't be able to find out if there are any presents for me under it. If I promise to help, can we decorate your house with all of these beautiful things?" I looked into her shining eyes. How could I say no? We decorated with every thing in those boxes. Even the houseplants sported ornaments. Watching Angelica's joy multiplied the joy of Christmas for all of us