It was Sunday evening, December 21st, 2025. And the Kelsey family Christmas celebration was in full swing at Travis’s Kansas City home. The Chiefs had dominated the Broncos that afternoon in a crucial playoff positioning victory, and the postgame euphoria had carried over into a perfect family evening.
Travis was upstairs taking a well-deserved postgame shower. Jason was in the kitchen attempting to master Donna’s famous hot chocolate recipe, and the younger Kelsey girls were scattered throughout the house in various states of sugar crash exhaustion.
But in the living room, six-year-old Wyatt Kelsey was still going strong, having appointed herself as the official entertainer for Taylor Swift and her mom, Kylie.
Why had been particularly attached to Taylor all weekend, following her around the house like a devoted shadow and asking endless questions about everything from Taylor’s sparkly nail polish to why grown-ups needed so many different kinds of coffee. Taylor Wyatt announced with the kind of serious authority that only six-year-olds can muster.
I think your wedding dress should have a really really longtail thing. A train? Taylor asked, smiling as she sat cross-legged on the floor next to Wyatt, who was busy arranging a complex scene with her dolls that appeared to involve some kind of elaborate ceremony. Yes. Travis was upstairs taking a well-deserved postgame shower.
Jason was in the kitchen attempting to master Donna’s famous hot chocolate recipe, and the younger Kelsey girls were scattered throughout the house in various states of sugar crash exhaustion.
