Every year, Santa left ashy boot prints on our hearth.
My sister lowered her neckline every Christmas Eve (she liked being on the naughty list).
I was just itching to play with my new doll.
Nothing says Christmas like Grandma's handmade Raggedy Ann dolls, a giant Sugar Daddy sucker and an indian head dress.
Mom was such a beauty, I never once looked like this for my kids on Christmas morning.
Dad was a different story.
I wonder what ever happened to these.
I miss you Sissy. Have a wonderful Christmas. I love you.