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Christmas Through The Years

I thought it might be fun to pull together some old Christmas pictures.

An old scanned photo from when Ken and his sister,
Ronnie, were little.  That's their dad in the front. I'd say this
one was taken in the mid- to late 70s.

Me and my dad.  Mid-70s. Am I crying or laughing?  I bet I'm crying.  
Early 80s.  Pictured here are my mom and dad, my two brothers, and me. I have no
idea where this picture was taken.   

This one makes me laugh!  Let's see.  My Uncle Steve and Aunt Monica
with a few of their kids, my siblings and me, and another random nephew (David).
My grandma is walking into the frame.  I don't recognize the house.  What I do find funny,
though, are the poses my cousin, Jessica, and I are modeling.  She's in the red dress and I'm
in way too much pink. 


From the mid 1980s, if I had to guess, which I do.  Holding the fire truck is
  my youngest brother, Jason.  This picture was taken at our step-grandmother's house.
In the background is Uncle David, my step-mom's brother.

Ken and I were still dating when this picture was taken.
This is our nephew, Andrew, sitting with Santa.

KC in our first house (Cleveland Avenue in Flint, MI).

The first Christmas with all four of us.  Gage was probably only a couple of weeks
old at this time.  KC would be three in just a couple of months. 

This was truly a Charlie Brown Christmas tree.  We were days away from moving out
of our first home and into our new house.  There was just too much going on to worry
about getting a traditional Christmas tree that year.  Gage and KC didn't seem to mind.


Gage sitting on Grandpa Heiser's lap while they both admire the Christmas train. 

My boys with their first cousins on my side of the family.  Pictured here with their
Grandpa and Grandma Clifford (my mom and step-dad).

My boys with the Bronners' Santa.  If you're not familiar with Bronners, Google Bronners
in Frankenmuth, Michigan.  The place is Christmas 24/7/365. 

Christmas tree hunting at Windy Hills Tree Farm.  Ken and the boys enjoying the
warmth of a bonfire after chopping down our tree. 

A guitar for Christmas.  I think he played it that day and never touched it again. 

My brothers, sister, and me at the Sherman Family Christmas party.  Yes, I'm the oldest.

My boys posing for a Christmas card photo.  They're such good sports!

The boys and their Heiser cousins.  Yep, there's only the four boys on Ken's side of the family. 


The year we took my dad to see a live production of the Christmas Carol at the Flint Youth Theatre.  

Grandma and Grandpa Heiser (Ken's parents) posing with us in front of our Christmas tree.

The boys with Dexter.  It's crazy how fast these kids grow!!!

Decorating the tree.  It looks like it just needs a bit more garland
and some bulbs.  P.S.  No one enjoys decorating the tree at my house.
Bunch of spoil sports. 

For the last few years we've ventured out on Christmas night to go play games at Ken's
sister and brother-in-law's house.  The kids usually stay home playing their new video games,
but they're welcome to come hang out with their older cousins for a couple of hours.

Christmas 2016.  My dad with all of his grandkids.  

Tomorrow, I'll post a recap of Christmas 2017!  I hope you enjoyed this little walk down Christmas Memory Lane. 
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