Here's me, Older/Only Brother, & Oldest Sister/SisterS, Christmas 1984:

We're laughing at something crazy SisterJ (then almost 2) was doing, but I can't remember what it was. This was the year of the fake Cabbage Patch Kids - the kind with little bumps on the sides of their noses that looked like warts. The kind that you bought in pieces - heads, arms, legs, and trunk, and then assembled yourself. Trust me when I say that finding your grandmother's stash of doll heads by accident one year is plenty freaky, no matter how old you are.
Hey, this is pretty fun: I think, due to the cheering up aspect of this whole thing, I will try to do another one tomorrow ---> there's certainly plenty to choose from. Maybe I can find the one where my Dad is ready to punch out Santa, or Santa on crack, or find a year with authentic Cabbage Patch Kids... I know they're all here.
2 comments:
what a great memory.
I love those old shots of my childhood Christmas too, i want to see the dad punching Santa Claus (it isn't for kissing mommy under the mistletoe, is it!) How do you spell that plant?? :) What a day...
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