Thursday, December 22, 2011


These photos (found at my mother's house) remind me of the little girl who, with her little sister beside her, peeked out the window on Christmas Eve until they saw Rudolph's red nose blinking across the sky. Then those girls scrambled into bed and squeezed their eyes tight so Santa would guide those reindeer to the roof of their house and leave the long-wished-for presents (like matching dolls! Mama knew what little girls liked long before American Girl or My Twinn).

What magic this season is!

p.s. I still have the doll -- in the same gown, though her hair is a matted mess and her eyes don't work right. Her name is Pamela Jane.

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