Care to join me as I latch on to the Ghost of Christmas past and visit my past Christmases while I prepare for the jolly season?
Let's start at the very beginning (after all, it's a very good place to start!):
Yeah, I know... you can't see me anywhere in there, right? Well look again! But with an ultrasound this time! (it seems they were already "in the know" having recently gone to the doctor to check up on a little "constipation" problem...) ;o) They fled north to spend the holidays with the family in Virginia, apparently fed up of the "fake Christmas trees" on the grass in Panama... :p
On to my first full Christmas experience... rocking the bell-bottoms in Virginia (visiting from Minneapolis)!
Hmmm... the time machine seems to refuse stopping by 1977! What's with that??? I have my top scientist (a.k.a. "mom") looking into the matter as we speak (i.e. digging through old photo albums).
Update: problem solved! Here's Christmas #2, in an image that doesn't bode well for my future phone bills...
In Minneapolis, decorating the tree for Christmas #3, getting musical and opening presents with my Grandma:
|never too early to start with the music!|
It's been 16 1/2 years since she died, but I still miss her so much!
So on to the end of 1979 (still MN) with an "intruder alert"! My sister was kind of getting in the way of me helping my mom decorate the tree!
|coming soon to a family near you... a sister!|
Oh, and my first photo with Santa is from that year:
|aren't I the cutest thing ever? ;o)|
Coming soon (i.e. when I have time to dig through my sister's baby albums and other old family albums): the early '80s in Saudi Arabia!