It was worth it as soon as she opened the boxes.
"A Christmas house!"
Said with one under each arm "I love these!"
"These are my blocks." (A nativity scene that has doubled as building blocks and dolls depending on the moment)
"These are my Christmas boots."
She was great at putting up ornaments. She even directed me to decorate all sides of the tree, even the back :)
She happily rearranged them for days. Mercifully, M didn't impale himself on any of the dropped hooks.
He was fairly entranced as well. It even distracted him from his enjoyment of the broken lamp.