Christmas ~ 1951
I LOVE this picture. I was one month shy of being 4. That's me holding the doll. My sister and my brother are pictured, too. How perfect. And there is the wonderful nativity right next to the tree.
We lived in a simple little bungalow in a wonderful neighborhood ~ knew all our neighbors and had a relationship with them ~ never locked our doors ~ slept with the doors open in the summer so the breeze could come in through the screen.
I had the most wonderful, happy Christmases as a child.