Christmas is for giving, and it is still my favorite time of the year. As a parent, it is more fun to give than receive (the reverse of the child's view). I offer the joy of receiving Christmas 1993. That was the first year we put up a full size tree (Kid2 just turned 3). And what great presents: Snow White, Goofy, Snow White's dwarfs, a bowling set, a teddy bear and a Radio Flyer wagon. And both urchins enjoyed themselves, as did mom and dad...
We have a flatbed scanner from about 1999, and it is handy to have for remembrances of Christmas past. This is 1965, when I was in fifth grade. This is all seven of us (sorry Michele, whoever took the picture just cut you out). When we were small, mom always made certain that the girls would have matching nightgowns and the boys would be color coordinated as well! I remember that one because I was awakened when I heard a common expletive from both Santa Ralph's (dad & grandpa)...Santa had problems assembling the gift, which was a slot car racing set fully assembled. The best gift!
This is Christmas Eve 1975, when I was home from college in that magical burg known as Steubenville (well, not that magical). All seven kids are here, along with an in-law and a niece and nephew. In fact, the blondie wearing the white hat is the mom of the preemie Adam, aka Chunkino, who is doing very well now. A joyous holiday this year.
Finally, I offer the man who liked a very shiny tree, and you have heard of this gentleman, of course Mr. PO Box 1, Grandpa. He liked a big tree and he liked a lot of tinsel. In fact, when he visited us he reserved the right to add the tinsel to the tree. That was his prerogative as the grand patriarch. The picture to the right includes Grandpa, Grandma and Aunt Terry, and I would guess was taken in 1959 or 1960. The live tree nudges the ceiling, is broad and has lots of lights and copious amounts of tinsel. Nice memories.