Mom being in the hospital for minor surgery didn’t stop family holiday tradition. No. Daddy rose to the occasion. Daddy who was always dressed as immaculately as a POTUS dressed me (stars and plaid???), curled my hair (whose hat is that???), and delivered me to a Santa that looks as happy I do.
That photo records me as miserable and unmatched as Ruth Buzzi’s dowdy old woman! Maybe Daddy, who was always encouraging me to laugh as a child, was suggesting future characters for me???
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