Christmas Memory Project I

The year I decided I didn't believe in Santa anymore, my dad had one of his coworkers come to our house on Tremont Road dressed as Santa where I spilled on everything I wanted. The Big Jim Sports Camper was one of those things. Come Xmas morning it was under the tree, unwrapped and laid out as as seen in the picture. I was six years old and totally believed in Santa Claus for the very last time.