Bad atheist that I am, I love Christmas. I can’t help it – the lights, wrapping presents, even the terrible music can make me mushy. Awful I know.. but the memory of believing that on Christmas eve this sweet old man would come into my house and fill it with all of my favorite things is a bit too magic to let go of, and I “believed” for an embarrassing amount of years.
The North Pole Noir entry, here, on the Lens blog has a pretty great collection of Santa photos throughout the years. Couldn’t help myself. “happy holidays” (geez, OK, I am sick of that one) and see you all next week..