"I know it's you..."

His beard was coarse and shiny like plastic as it lay on his red velvet coat adorned with white fur cuffs, while his hands were soft, fingers long, all too similar to the ones I held in my small lap; and as I looked past the fur on his red velvet hat, past the white curls of his mustache that didn’t seem to stick to his light olive skin, above his straight nose and below his dark bushy eye brows; I looked thoughtfully into his deep blue eyes, the color of a clear sky, that perfectly mirrored my own and whispered sweetly in his ear, “I know it's you, daddy.”