He will be a teenager soon.

He might go through a time where he won’t want to decorate the tree with his family.

He might stop singing Christmas music with us one day.

He might not be the first one to put on his Christmas jammies, shove a blanket under the belly and run around the house pretending he is Santa much longer.

He might not be totally delighted in the moment of hanging his first ornament.

But maybe he will.

Maybe this beautiful, nearly tweenager boy will hold onto his child-like joy of Christmas for all his years.

Even if he loses it for a time, I will have this face.  I will have those freckles and that santa hat he chose to wear and that sparkle in his eyes.  There will still be this moment.

This is documenting December.  These are the moments I want never to forget.