Yes, I know it’s not Wednesday. I had this post about 90% written when it actually was Wednesday, but completely spaced on finishing it. It is still seasonally appropriate, however, so I thought I’d share it today instead.
I love this picture of my cousins, brother, and me at Breakfast with Santa Claus, I think in 1974. (No little sister, and we look like a crew of three- and five-year-old kids, don’t we?) We all appear to be past the age where we’re freaked out by Santa, but we really don’t look like we want to pose with him either.
Though I do have fond (if vague) memories of having gone to this event at least once, I don’t really remember when and where we used to do this. I assume it must be the weekend after Thanksgiving, because that’s when we were usually at my cousins’ house, and I know it was at a local department store, but was it Hecht’s or Woodie’s?
Best thing about this picture, though? The fact that my brother is a dead ringer for his younger son. Seriously, if Kate, Sue, and I were not in this photo, I’d swear that boy was my nephew.
And since it’s no longer Wednesday, and is, in fact, Christmas Eve, I’ll take this moment to wish all of you, dear readers, a very Merry Christmas (or any other holiday of you prefer). Happiness and merriment to all!
Do you have photos from your past that you’re willing to share – and a blog to post them on? Play along with Wayback Wednesday by linking back to this post or sharing in the comments so we can snoop into your past, too!