My first visit to Santa occurred in December 1955. I was one. Stop doing the math.
I had a bad haircut, chubby cheeks, and I was not happy.
During my second visit to Santa, I still had a bad haircut and chubby cheeks, but at least I didn't cry.
If I had my picture taken with Santa today, you would see that some things never change,
although my bangs are a little longer.