12/22/09

1952 SANTA MEETING


Here I am in all my snowsuit glory meeting Santa in 1952. I imagine it was in Harrisburg, PA. I'm entranced and this probably led to my very long belief in the old fellow. Wait, I still believe when I go outside on a crisp Christmas Eve and look up into the dark sky and see something moving. Okay, it's just a plane or satellite, I know that. I prefer to imagine it's Santa in his sleigh. That makes me smile. Planes and satellites not so much.

7 comments:

  1. Darling picture - and a good looking Santa! You must be just about the age of my daughter if that was in 1952 and you were a cutie, too. Many best wishes for a very Merry Christmas and Happy 2010 from Carol!

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  2. So that's what a sugar plum is!

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  3. I ran into the man who is our store Santa the other day in his civilian clothing and even though it was a hoodie and jeans, it was still red and black and clearly old St Nick.

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  4. PS, he was really kind of cute, I almost asked him out for a drink!

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  5. I was a little over a year old when this shot was taken. And after starting out bald for most of my first year I suddenly sprouted hair and it came in in a mass of tight white blond ringlets. My mother couldn't even get a comb through it. Oh to have those curls today.

    Maureen, you really need to get a shot of your Santa! Yes, ask him out.

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  6. You seem to be checking him out ... believe or don't believe...which will it be.

    Merry Christmas!

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  7. Oh it was definite belief. In fact, while on Midway Island the only thing I wanted for Christmas was a bag of peanuts. One thing my folks could not easily get way out there in the Pacific Ocean. They managed to find a tin of cocktail peanuts, put them in a bag, and tied them to our Charlie Brown Christmas tree. Santa was okie dokie with me.

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