Filed under: Vintage Photo Album | Tags: christmas 1978, mall santa claus
As a kid I was at turns excited for Santa to come climbing down my chimney and terrified I would actually see the poor bastard standing in my living room. Now that I think about it, our fireplace was closed-off, so that posed the logistics of his arrival, leaving only the front door for him to walk though. With the increase of child abductions in the early ’80s, seeing Santa walk through that door wasn’t going to happen. This photo makes me laugh because it sums up well how I feel about the holidays, and it’s one of my favorite pictures of my baby sister, who today isn’t afraid of anything.
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