Okay folks, here’s another gem from the Christmas vault a la late 60s. Here you see three American children in front of their bedecked tree, but me thinks there is more to the story. First, I (the child in the middle) apparently failed to receive the cowboy attire memo. That aside, judging by my wild-eyed expression, I may be a little inebriated. I’m pretty sure I was on the bottle till I was about five, so I could very well be high on Sealtest, or perhaps, in order to induce nap time, my mom may have slipped me a bit of the illicit hooch that our neighbor obtained for her from our local jail for use in her rum balls. Meanwhile, my sister has clearly become a Zombie. In our defense, if you saw yesterday’s post and the picture of our frightening encounter with so-called “Santa Claus,” our conditions are obvious after-effects – me taken to drinking and she joining the walking dead. My brother, however, was spared that photo op with Krampus, so here, he appears to be well-adjusted, ready and able to barrel race at will. 

Oh, to be a child again!