The dress of Christmas Past.
The dress of Christmas Present.
The dress of Christmas Yet to Come.
I think Fifi was trying to tell me something when she whipped Santa's stuffed penguin across the floor, "Bad enough I am wearing the same dress to the same venue two years in a row!!! Next year I'll be big enough to fit into Lola's. AND. I am so NOT WEARING THAT DRESS, handed down, for another two years!!!!"
Which in theory, she could quite possibly, perhaps, maybe, eventually have four years worth of pictures on Santa's lap, at our church's annual holiday breakfast, IN THE SAME DRESS. I am no Scrooge and don't need the spirits of Christmas tomorrows to show me that this could lead to some major therapy as an adult for her. No?
"Ghost of the Future," he exclaimed, "I fear you more than any spectre I have seen."
- A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens