I look worried as my Dad begins to open a package.
I'm admiring a new doll cradle while clutching a soft bodied doll.
I didn't name any of my baby dolls.
I can't remember these Christmas times at all.
They took place in our little house on Euclid Avenue in Vancouver BC.
However, I've always loved Christmas!
I recently scanned these from my parent's collection.
Over the past two weeks I've been having a grand time going through the family memoirs.