My Christmas memory via snapshot with Santa and my sister is multifaceted, as many themes are captured in a single photo.

First: Hats off to Judy, my mom, for her cutting edge early ‘70s fashion sense. Mom has always had great style, no matter the era —a trait, which unfortunately did not materialize in the next generation. Actually, I should speak for myself as my sister can pull herself together when she so desires. I, on the other hand, have a hard time transcending the draw of comfortable, cozy attire – which is pretty consistently incongruent with high fashion. At least I had a few good years while my mom was in charge of wardrobe. (Disclaimer: my sister asserts orange is NOT her color, so she considers the pairing unfair— perhaps even a slight blemish on Mom’s record. Although it has convinced her jail and the corresponding orange jumpsuit is not an option, so all-in-all a parenting success, I think.)

Second: Santa’s faux beard. Obviously not the “real” Kris Kringle. Again, my mom triumphs. She early on explained how it’s common to see multiple Santas around Christmastime. And these fellows are also jolly and are known as his “helpers” who try their best to represent, but aren’t always perfect – because nobody is perfect, right?!

Third: Sisterly love. I’ve called my sister “Sis” ever since I can remember, as I couldn’t pronounce “Jennifer.” (As a pre-teen, I tried briefly to change to her real name, but it just didn’t feel right.) Even though Sis wanted the pink-purple combo and instead got the unflattering orange, she held my hand knowing I could at any moment burst into tears. I was a bit of a weenie in my early years; in fact this was the first year I didn’t cry in the Santa (Santa’s Helper) photo. Sis had it pretty good as an only child before I came along. When I was born, she didn’t speak for a week in a vigil of silent protest. But I grew on her, for which I am forever grateful. Sis has always looked out for me, and I hope she knows I do the same for her and love her with all my heart!!