Here I am singing carols with Rudy. I would guess I was about six or seven years old, which would make Rudy about nine or ten years old. About those pajamas: Those were the best pajamas in world. They were red and white and had a zipper down the front and they were very warm and they had footies right on them and the footies were plastic on the bottom which meant that sliding on carpeting was very easy. I wore those pajamas until zipping myself into them was all but impossible because I had grown too tall. I loved those pajamas.
Me and Scotty on Christmas, in front of the tree. Scott looks a bit shell shocked here, I think. I would guess he was around two years old, or maybe a bit younger. I have no idea what Santa brought me that year--but I do know that I'd kill to be able to get away with wearing my hair like that now.
Dang, I was cute. I mean, seriously. Look how cute I was.
Anyway, merry Christmas.
Here's a poem:
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