As long as we're looking at holiday photos, here's another one:
My parents put this photo in their Christmas card in 1959. That tells you something about the sense of humor that prevailed in our household and that helped to make me who and what I am.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
O, Santa Baby
This year, I find that I'm excited about the holiday, even a bit fluttery. It's been years since I've been like this: all lights and sparkles and ribbons and hope. I've always loved Christmas—the traditions, the vast promise of the holy day—but there was something lost along the way. I imagine the credit for my joyful resurgence of anticipatory Yuletide excitement goes to Oliver, age not-quite-two. We didn't see him last Christmas, but this year everyone is coming home.
I am deeply grateful.
(That's Oliver in a photo taken for his family's Christmas card last year.)
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