There is a hint here that I probably wasn't looking up to check out the fireplace damper. I'm thinking stockings are hung and still empty, And I am - oh my God! I'm waiting for Santa to come down the chimney and emerge, all sooty, into our living room!
I was about three when my father took this photo of my brother, Jack, and I. It was a time when we were so sweet and innocent, and we really knew that Santa was going to come down that chimney - although my parents explained that the jolly guy wouldn't show up until we were fast asleep!
Life is a lot simpler when you're at the phase where you can believe in Santa Clause!
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