This was Christmas 2004 aka, one of those awkward all adult Christmases. This photo made me remember my sweet puppy (who was so not a puppy here), enjoying Christmas with the family perched on his bed and happy to gently remove his gift from the gift bag. Wow, I miss Malcolm a lot. He loved Christmas. That might sound like a weird thing to say about a dog but I know he looked forward to being the Jingle Dog every year because he would get really excited when that jingle collar he is wearing below would get pulled out and he hated taking it off post-Christmas. In fact, my mom often left it on him for an extra month or two because he liked it so much. I think he walked with a bit more spring in his step just to have those bells jingle merrily to announce his comings and goings.
1993 was also the year when an unknown person or family decided to gift us with the 12 Days of Christmas - amplified. My family was in pretty poor financial shape (to say the least) and receiving a different set of gifts for those 12 Days for each family member made that one of the most memorable Christmases of my life. The presents usually came stacked up (as in the above photo) and individually labeled with a warning to open on Christmas day. Somehow our benefactor knew each of our sizes and we all received sweat shirts and sweat pants as well as brand new Sunday outfits which my sister, Mom and I are modeling below.
We also each received a flannel shirt and jeans - it was the 90s after all. Aren't we a photogenic family?
What I remember about that particular Christmas was receiving two items: my first camera (the long, flat skinny kind that took weird film) and a really awesome two-part sled. Below is one of the first photos I took with my fancy new camera of my little brother on my cool new sled - the Screamin' Owl!
I should warn you before you scroll too far down toward these next few photos. These two Christmases - I think 1990 and 1991 are infamous in my family for their awkwardness. I'm really not sure which photos belong to which years but I'll start with the better of the two (surprisingly) which I think was 1990. We all look like we can't wait for our mom to let us get away, right? In my sister's defense, she looks pretty cute. And my youngest brother doesn't look nearly as awkward and annoyed as my other brother and I.
But this next photo is an enduring family joke which we fondly refer to as "Slap Bracelet Christmas". Remember slap bracelets? Can you spot one in the photo below? While you are looking, take note of the wreath on top of our tree that is trying to make a run for it, the scribble of hair I was trying to pass off for bangs and the looks on each of our faces that indicate we just want this painful photo taking thing to be over.
But there's more. We continued the torture by singing carols around the piano. Why am I the only one that seems to be enjoying this activity?
Enough of the ugly, take a look at Christmas in 1977 when I was adjusting to being a big sister and got my first violin. Also, please note that I am the child in the photo, yes, I look a lot like my mom in this picture!
Or 1986 when I had a bad perm and didn't want to admit to my parents I knew about the whole Santa thing but didn't really want to get dolls for Christmas anymore. Oh, the painful tween years.
I will leave you with one final flashback from 1992. I don't remember anything in particular from that Christmas but I will say this photo really makes me wish I was having Christmas with my siblings this year.