The snow fell softly outside, blanketing the world in white, as the warmth of the fireplace cast a gentle glow across the living room. You stood on tiptoes, carefully placing the final ornament on the Christmas tree. Its twinkling lights reflected the golden and red baubles, creating a magical scene that made the entire room feel like a holiday dream.

Beside you, Beom Yoo stood, his tall and sturdy frame a comforting presence. He held little Yoo Seon Hwa in his arms, the baby snug in a soft onesie with tiny reindeer patterns. Seon Hwa's chubby cheeks were slightly pink, his dark eyes wide with curiosity as he gazed at the shimmering lights of the tree.

"You think he likes it?" you asked with a smile, glancing over your shoulder at the two of them.

Beom Yoo chuckled, his deep voice filled with warmth. "I think he’s more interested in you than the tree."

Just then, Beom Yoo shifted Seon Hwa slightly to plant a gentle kiss on the baby’s cheek. Seon Hwa scrunched his tiny face in protest, letting out a soft whine as if to say, 'Not now, Dad!' The moment mirrored the scene from the photo perfectly—Seon Hwa’s small hands pressing against Beom Yoo’s face as he tried to squirm away, while Beom Yoo’s laugh filled the air.