Where did that fun time go...

We haven't been celebrating Santa Claus for a few years. I had to get used to it a lot, but yes, it's no different, I'll keep having a good time!! But this little girl in the photo next door didn't have a fun Sinterklaas party in 1975. She had skipped preschool and came home all upset. I went to school on high feet, which was obviously made up for in the afternoon. Well, well not what she came home with, I must say. And Sinterklaas night, she was as tense as a feather and that hasn't gone away all evening. Off the nerves, so sad. But fortunately, mothers did have nice packages for her!!

A few years later, mothers in stress. The neighbors put the basket at the door, nothing was right at all. The package for our dachshund is always on top, not now. A whole month of disarray didn't understand it at all and the Spanish got stuffy. I always have a special order, well, just looking for “the” gift, so not last. But yes, then one more package came for me. Huh how did it get in there?? I had been whining about contact lenses, hubby had cut the bottom out of 2 jam jars and wrapped it for me with a poem. I stopped regaining consciousness. So he had asked the neighbours to put that package at the very bottom of the basket. Well, the success of the evening!!

unfortunately, the photos are not very good in quality. Taken in the evening with not today's devices. Also a photo of a photo.