{"id":5395,"date":"2019-11-17T15:04:36","date_gmt":"2019-11-17T12:04:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viktorijos.devbrothers.lt\/kolekcija\/seimos-pasaka-kaledos-19\/"},"modified":"2025-11-17T17:17:45","modified_gmt":"2025-11-17T14:17:45","slug":"seimos-pasaka-kaledos-19","status":"publish","type":"kolekcija","link":"https:\/\/viktorijos.devbrothers.lt\/en\/collection\/seimos-pasaka-kaledos-19\/","title":{"rendered":"Family Tale <br> Christmas \u201919"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Why will everything be this way?<\/p>\n<p>I can\u2019t act \u2013 I never went to a drama club, and trying to immerse myself in front of a white wall and pretend it\u2019s already Christmas just doesn\u2019t work for me. Sure, it would be easier if I could: it would save time, money, and cleaning. But the Muses would flee \u2013 and they\u2019re as quick as deer.<\/p>\n<p>I can\u2019t \u201ctrain\u201d my children for a photoshoot either \u2013 telling them to \u201cget into the mood\u201d simply doesn\u2019t work. The only thing I can train is the environment: boxes, wrapping paper, shops, ideas, even grabbing a Christmas tree in October. I can even persuade my husband to make the wheels I need, because with them I\u2019d bring home not only gifts but also happiness.<\/p>\n<p>During the photoshoot, I\u2019m the one at the wheel, and beside me are my tousle-haired kids. The sister clings to her brother, the brother carries her in his arms \u2013 if they were strangers, the feeling would be different. And for the first time, my husband\u2019s arms wrapped around me in a Christmas photoshoot, even though he insisted for so long that he\u2019s \u201cno model.\u201d We could have asked some other man who feels more comfortable in front of a camera, but the feeling just wouldn\u2019t be the same.<\/p>\n<p>We didn\u2019t act. We didn\u2019t comb our emotions into shape. We didn\u2019t build artificial coziness. Our task was simply to fall headfirst into what was real \u2013 into little hands touching snow, stroking a warm baby goat, into the first October snow drifting down from an overworked snow machine.<\/p>\n<p>There was no acting. Only a fairy tale. About us. About the goats and Mr. Ferdinand. About the little orphan we found in the forest and gave a true Christmas to. And about the snow that began to fall just as autumn began.<\/p>\n<p>V.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-5395","kolekcija","type-kolekcija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.devbrothers.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/kolekcija\/5395","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.devbrothers.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/kolekcija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.devbrothers.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/kolekcija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.devbrothers.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5395"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}