I told Marshal Latham I would ask people not to buy it, and I fear he thought I was joking. I ain't joking, kids. I'm only posting this here because I knew I'd find an excuse not to publish it again this year if given half the chance.
I know the cover's not particularly good, but my nephew is currently the same age Benny is in the story, so I took a picture of him in a thrift store with a cowboy hat on.
I took a picture of the trees behind the family cabin, and awkwardly inserted him into it. Then, I found a website that turns photographs into something resembling old paintings. I tried a bunch of different iterations, like these three abominations:
Finally, I decided on an earthtone one, even though the story takes place at Christmasy. So that part of the process, at least, is kind of interesting.