Christmas memories

         My earliest Christmas memories are of short dresses, Mary Janes and my Daddy.


I still have my Angel stocking!

As we got older, on Christmas eve, my dad would take my brother and I out for a drive to see the lights and for hot chocolate while ‘Mrs. Claus’ put out the presents.

  My dad loved decorating and entertaining and holy cow- could that man wrap presents!

Playing at the Stanley Hotel, Estes Park, Co.

  They were perfect. All the creases exactly straight, the tape never showed, all be-ribboned and labled (except the year after we got into them…)
    My daddy has since passed away, but the memories are the best!

~Merry Christmas~
Katy