Well, no… not really. I was born at the end of June in 1959 so my REAL First Christmas was in 1959. But geeze I was only six months old. I doubt I had much fun. Christmas 1960 – on the other hand – apparently rocked!
Check out this awesome rocking chair I got. And what about those stylin’ PJs?
Uh.. mom? No socks? I’m sure we had moved from Miami Beach back to Philly by now. In fact I know we had. Babe was born in November 1960 so she’s around here somewhere… only a month old. Boy I bet she doesn’t know WHAT is going on.
I was probably sick as a dog the week after this picture was taken. LOL.
On the other hand check me out with this new Jack-In-The-Box.
Growing up, everytime I saw this picture it I thought my mom’s finger was inside a hole in the side of the Jack-In-The-Box. Funny how you think stupid stuff like that.
Oh well.
Merry “First” Christmas Billy!
