I stumbled across a few gems from Christmases in the late 1980’s/early 1990’s.
Evidently, I used to be a Christmas angel.
(My mother just informed me that this was not a good day.
Apparently, I did not want to have my picture taken.
Can you blame me?
Two words, Mom: white tights.)
While sitting to have my picture made was not high on my list, I certainly got my money’s worth out of my toys. Never was a child more content to play with her dollhouse for hours on end.
I enjoyed commanding the attention of many a den full of family members.
I was happy to pitch in and help document the family Christmas.
(Thankfully, Fashion Police hasn’t gotten wind of these pants. I was a very skinny toddler and all I can say about these pants is that my mother must have had high hopes that I would expand drastically and require pant legs large enough to store my toys in. No such luck. I bet even now I wouldn’t have an issue getting those things over my thighs.)
Christmases were going swimmingly.
(Aside from the fashion.)
And then suddenly I wasn’t the only grandchild anymore….
By 1993, there were four.
Oh how Christmases have changed over the last couple of decades…
Merry Christmas, y’all,