The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same

I wish I was still this excited on Christmas morning. Of course, I still like gifts (who doesn't?), but there's something to that child-like wonder of not being able to control yourself. For this picture, I'm assuming I was given a line not to cross before a certain hour of the morning and was absolutely tortured by the restrictions.

Isn't the hat a festive, early '80s touch?

Twenty-nine years later, I do still ask Santa for handbags. I also still check the insides just in case someone decided to leave a little cash in there, even though I know it's tacky, so I pretend I'm admiring the lining.