You Better Not Pout, You Better Not Cry… 🎅🏼

“You better not pout, you better not cry, you better not shout…”

… scratch that, because actually, sometimes it’s okay!

You’d be wearing your 3T Christmas Tree Sweater that matches perfectly with MacKenna and Arthur. I imagine you in a brand new phase of ‘fascination with Santa’, showing your little brother that he’s really not that scary of a guy after all… I’m guessing you’d be asking for all things ‘Bluey’, as both of your siblings are big fans, and not to mention, you just loved your ‘fuzzy puppy book’. I close my eyes and picture your blonde curly hairs slicked back with gel, your bashful grin while inspecting Santa’s beard, and your clunky black dress boots dangling off his lap; you’d be brave and smile for the classic picture, and then immediately run back into Mama’s open arms with a little sigh of relief.

I reopen my eyes to only find this same black & white image that I’ve been staring at for almost three years now… It’s not supposed to be this way, my beautiful Theodore. I love you, more than every excited kid loves Santa.