Below is a series of pics from my 3rd Christmas as a human boy. Pardon me while I relive the moment...
[scratching chin & gazing contemplatively into nowhere ]
The year was 1973... this was the first Christmas that I had to share with a sibling, evidenced by the presence of a crib in several of the pictures.
|What every parent longs for... why they charge up their credit cards each year... |
to see the look on their child's face on Christmas morning.
Here's a good shot of my stash in '73. Santa wrote on the chalkboard desk "Merry Christmas Aaron! Ho! Ho! Ho!" Man, he writes just like my dad. And that bunny doll... not mine.
These two trucks belonged to my dad when he was my age. Dad cleaned them up, did some touch up painting & passed them on to me. It's possible he did this because money was tight (there's not a whole lot more under the tree). Regardless, I think the idea was classic. I still have these and they've been decorating my office along with other vintage toys my past. Sadly, the ladder on the firetruck is long gone.
|Yessss! My new Fisher Price Little People Schoolhouse!|
|I'm not sure what I'm opening that could've distracted me |
from the Fisher Price Little People Schoolhouse. Better be good.
|Bugs Bunny puzzle! Bugs is always a hit.|
|I'm not sure if I'm reaching for my stocking, or I just wanted to feel the raised letters on that label made with a vintage DYMO label maker. I know this much - |
I wasn't reaching for the bunny doll, 'cause it wasn't mine.