
There was something all too familiar about the ho-ho-ho under the beard that year as my Aunt Becky and I sat on Santa's lap at the local American Legion Hall. Turned out it was her dad, my grandpa, doing the duty. From left to right, my Grandma Lawrence, my Aunt Becky, Santa, me, and my mother.


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I bet downright cold!! EEK!! Bare knee caps in Wyoming during winter?
You rebel you! :)
Lovely pic!
My own Aunt Becky was older but her youngest sister, my aunt Robbie only 7 years older than me. I can relate!
I'm surprised but glad that Tink didn't make any naughty comments about patent leather shoes!
You and your mom really looked alike. Looks like a happy day was had by all.
R~~
Not Wyoming...
My grandpa would have made one cranky, emphysemic Santa.
And, by the way, you were one cute little "pee-poo," as my pop would say.
Thanks all of you for stopping by and for your kind words here. It's a great photo, and a happy memory.