Christmas Past

Unlike Ebenezer Scrooge, I have never been visited by ghosts throughout the night, who show me my past, present, and future. I have been visited by ghosts who showed me other things, but that's more of a President's Day Story. Today I'm going to have to be my own ghost of Christmas past and walk you through my Christmas history.

Let us begin. Oh, and just so you know, "These are but shadows of things that have been. They have no consciousness of us."

Here is a young picture of me and my brother on Santa's lap. I wonder what I asked for that year? It looks like I'm still listing things, but Santa has turned his attention to my brother.

Sadly, I was unable to get my hands on a working scanner tonight, so I had to take pictures of the pictures, which ends up being like a double negative (it doesn't work):

That was the year all we could afford was a tinsel string. In this picture we were pretending it was a snake and we were the Swiss Family Robinson. (I'm kidding - I guess we were decorating?)

In the above picture you can see me (bottom left) playing with my NEW CABBAGE PATCH DOLL! That was the one thing I was hoping to get that year and I was soooo happy I got it! In the picture below, I guess I was probably 8 or 9 and I had a new Cabbage Patch Doll - a premie. I loved it so much it appears I brought it to church with me:

As you can see, I had a pretty rough childhood, what with getting the desires of my heart and having fun siblings to play with. And that's why I turned into the adult I am - unable to love. No wait, that was Scrooge. I'm able to love pretty well. The Cabbage Patches taught me how to love. Oh, and my family.