The Little Mother stands placidly, with her little gingerbread house clasped in her simple hands. She is waiting for Christmas—with a lace halo surrounding her quiet way. Luckily, she does not know the cast of characters she is sharing the holiday stage with…nor do you…but for her sake, it is better that way. The shocked/bee sting expression she has would be one of horror if she witnessed who her fellow performers were. Little Mother just likes things simple, regular and plain. No spice here. Safety and comfort.