In a maddening search for all of our Santa Claus-related photos last week, all I could dig up the one you see above. Our Santa shots have apparently gone missing because I searched high and low in this house, and came up nearly empty handed. I was planning to do a whole series of digital pages to add to my Christmas album, using this new template, but alas, no other Santa photos were found.
Then I dug a bit harder and found this:
Yep. The year was 1968. That's me, so busy making sure Santa got my entire list I didn't even bother to look at the camera, which clearly had my older brother Mike mesmerized.
Although the number of photos from my own childhood pale in comparison to the sheer numbers of shots from that of my kids, I'm thinking sometimes it's not about quantity or even quality: it's just that there is one here or there or really, anywhere.
Thanks, Mom, for the scan, and more importantly, the memory.