My brother, Santa & me. (circa 1981.)
We didn’t do Santa at our house, so I don’t really know why Mama and Daddy had us get our pictures taken with him. But isn’t he a cute Santa? He looks very much interested in what I’m saying. It’s funny that I’m even talking to him. I was the shy one and my brother the outgoing. But I guess at 15 months old, a giant man with a beard and weird costume is just gonna be scary.
But do you just love the white trees? And check out my sweet boots! I love it!
It’s the last week of my bloggy Christmas, oh! ho! ho! and I’m giving away two Christmas books this week! Just leave me any old comment on that post and you could win!
