Just under the wire...barely. Here is my entry. I found this photo in an old cardboard box my mom keeps of all of her precious memories. It is my first Christmas. A wonderful memory.
The poem reads....Christmas memories to be found...not in a book that is bound, But in a box, plain and square...with memories of Christmas past everywhere. My first Christmas is plain to see...was and is very special to me. For Santa is a man I know and love...to BELIEVE in something special from up above.
Christmas 1973.
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