I'm sure Christmas Eve was my dad's favorite day of the year. While on a jog through the country, he would have scoped out some little church that ranked painfully high on the quaintness scale. We'd all suffer through some early evening sermon and children's choir (my brother and I not allowed to catch each other's eye as we'd break into uncontrollable, gasping, nose-running giggles). Then it would be home for a very traditional Norwegian Christmas dinner, ribbe and all that other succulent stuff. Christmas music of the Nutcracker variety. Presents for which we'd have to feign surprise, as we kids had successfully sniffed them out months ago.
So this is my dad as a kid at home in Drammen, Norway, with his Newfoundland pup named Bob. Must have been fairly near Christmastime.
Thank you all for visiting this year, I've enjoyed it all muchly, muchly. Seems you're always catching my eye in church and making me laugh uncontrollably.