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!