The comment by this child's mother expresses it well.

"It is safe to say that she enjoyed her first trip to the Christmas store."

While she does not at this early date in her life talk much, she doesn't need to. We can tell just by looking at her. 

I know this little girl and her parents. And her grandparents.  Heck I know her great grandparents. But even if I didn't her exuberance would still waft across the airwaves and touch me too. Words or no words.

Probably all of the two hundred and one people who saw this picture felt excited as well, without depleting her supply one particle.  She is joyful. That is enough to make me joyful too.

How does that even work?

Whether or not you are ready, or eager, Christmas is headed our way. Just as it has for the past couplet of centuries, the celebration of Jesus's birth in the dark corner of a stable takes center stage for a chunk of humanity every December. While it never spells it out in so many syllables, the displaced crowds of travelers in Bethlehem had reasonable cause to worry. To stress. To be afraid. 

One of the surest antidotes for fear happens to be joy. Which may have something to do with why God wanted to send us some. As I understand it, God has an inexhaustible supply of joy, and as fast as He gives it away, more rushes in to fill the space. 

Even if there are two hundred and one of us lapping it up. Because that is how it works.