All I want for Christmas is memories.
Christmas morning, 1968.
Here, my parents captured that magical moment when my siblings and I rounded the corner from our front stairs and hallway to the living room.
When we stepped into the room, we saw that Santa had made his visit; erecting a massive tree, decorating every nook and cranny, and leaving gifts everywhere (gifts for a family of 8 seemed endless in the eyes of a six year old). My sister Linda isn’t in this one…she was there, but either hadn’t rounded the corner, or had darted ahead and dug into her gifts. 😊

Here’s to my parents and siblings for making and sharing those moments and memories. ~shared by @gbranigan