Christmas Past

As I like to do almost every year, it's time to take a look back at Christmas past.

My very first Christmas. I love my mom's long hair.

I think that was the early ghetto version of an American Girl doll.

I loved my bear! Learning to kiss at an early age.

Didn't my sister look like a little doll?

"And when I grow up, Santa, I want you to put Keith Coogan under my tree....."

Please note our matching yellow pajamas.

Again, please note mine and my sister's matching Christmas tree pajamas. They were all the rage.

While I realize this isn't a traditional holiday picture, we did use it for a Christmas card one year, which makes me believe it was holiday-related.

Awww, high school. I love that both of these girls were just in my wedding. Not much changes, huh?

By this time it had become a tradition (we also had one with the Easter Bunny - I know you're impressed).