When I was a little girl, Mom always made sure we had things under the tree. She was the primary shopper and I guess you could say she was Santa’s Helper. Dad was there. He posed for pictures and laughed and enjoyed those days, but present buying wasn’t his thing. Here is a picture when I was about 3 or 4 years old. Back then, I was Daddy’s little girl.
But when we got into our teen years something wonderful happened. Dad, who had previously not known what to get us for Christmas, discovered that the Pharmacy was open every Christmas morning! He would go out to get the news papers and do a little shopping for us. Dolls, life savers, crossword puzzles, horoscope books for the year, chap stick, funny hats, books, etc. I loved it. It was all sorts of crazy, funny, stuff, but to me it was priceless, because it had come from my Dad.
Me, age 12, Christmas.
I look back now and I realize how wonderfully special this was. No, Dad didn’t spend a lot of money, but he did, every year, go out and buy me gifts just from him.
Love the pictures! 🙂
Merry Christmas!