It's Christmas week, Brenda and I are up at the lake. The Christmas music is playing in the background as I am typing this. It is going to be a quiet Christmas with just the 2 of us. It seems like Christmas used to be more special, and more simple all at the same time. I was looking through some old pictures (thank Brenda for scanning all of those old pictures) when I came across an old letter to Santa. I guess after Christmas, Santa must have sent it back to my mother to save.
I guess I must have been very good that year since I also came across these pictures. Looks like I got that TCR set. And isn't that a beautiful tree? Dad always picked out a great tree.
I also found a letter to Santa from Dave, I wonder if Santa's Reindeer enjoyed the "karrots?"