Merry Christmas!Here I am at the tender age of 7 or 8 in front of our Christmas Tree back in 1987. I was pretty excited because I got a "Paint 'n Play" set (
I'm wearing the smock) and I was determined to be an artist back then. Unfortunately, I realized only a couple days later that I lacked artistic abilities and decided I would be a writer (
I got a beautiful diary the next year).
You know looking at this tree now, I have to laugh.
It's so horribly decorated! But I love it because my parents always allowed us (
I have 3 other siblings) to decorated it and like most kids at that age, we had no idea about "color palette" or making things match. We spent the weekend before making ornaments (
I made that Angel face out of a paper plate) and we threw whatever was in the box marked "Christmas" on the tree.
Oh those were good times.I have to admit, I did believe in Santa Claus when I was younger because my parents were like Ninja's; we never saw them go Christmas shopping or saw wrapping paper in our house. My little sister and I just knew our parents (
who always claim broke when we asked for stuff) would never go out and buy all those presents for us. But low-and-behold, every Christmas our tree would be over flowing with gifts. Of course, we were stumped on the idea how Santa actually made it into our house because we didn't have a chimney.
My dad being the logical guy he is, explained that Santa also had keys to everyone's house, just in case they didn't have a chimney. And that made sense to us.
Anyway, have a merry Christmas!