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.
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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!
ReplyDeleteSo that's what a sugar plum is!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeletePS, he was really kind of cute, I almost asked him out for a drink!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteMaureen, you really need to get a shot of your Santa! Yes, ask him out.
You seem to be checking him out ... believe or don't believe...which will it be.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas!
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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