I don't remember how old I was, but I do remember this was a trip to Boston to visit my sister Deb by myself. Back then you could put a kid on a bus by himself and the bus driver would sorta look after ya until you got to the other end. This would never happen today. My sister took me to this place with a ton of Christmas decorations and this fake beard Santa. I remember being very warm, but I don't think I ever undid my coat. I'm guessing I was probably 8 or less. Apparently not old enough to make my own hair decisions. Photo from the shoeboxes of Richard Sayer. Merry Christmas Eve everybody! Consider this my gift to my friends who will be able to have a great deal of fun all year round with this picture--a gift that keeps on giving!
You were 10. Told us a few years later that you enjoyed playing the game for Deb and of course getting a picture for your Mom and Dad. The last picture of you with Santa!!! Have a very MERRY CHRISTMAS!