Another look back at my grandparents' Hoyt Avenue apartment in Staten Island. Growing up, I would always run across album prints of posed shots showing my Mom, Aunt Karen and Uncle Kevin in their striped holiday pyjamas, but the more casual shots of them actually playing with toys seemed to be on these slides. I'm glad to have had a more candid look at the playful side of Christmas 1957 and I know my family is as well.
Nobody I know loves (or DOES) Christmas quite like my friend Steve.
I can't even begin to describe the amount of work that goes into his multi-room decorating bonanza of lights, motion and glowing warmth. It may also be important to note: He baked 114 DOZEN cookies and dessert bars of varied shapes, sizes and flavors this year. (No, that number wasn't a typo.)