It's the first of December. In your yard the snow is covering the otherwise evergreen grass.

Downstairs, you hear your mother, Taylor Swift, preparing breakfast and listening to Christmas songs. Today's afternoon, as every year, you would have dinner at your grandparents together with your uncle and his family.

You get out of bed, pad downstairs to your mother having a full blown Christmas party in the kitchen. As she notices you, she chuckles and envelopes you in a hug.

"Good morning, baby." Taylor says in a cheerful tone, kissing the top of your head.