"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."
"Long past?" inquired Scrooge, observant of its dwarfish stature.
"No. Your past."
A Christmas Carol By C. Dickens
I do believe my 'inner cowboy' had its true birth this long ago Christmas morning. I remember going days and not removing this outfit. Now, our table top NHL hockey game was memorable and entertained the neighborhood for literally months, but these matching cowboy getups that my brother and I are modeling here next to Nana's tree were the end all for me. We were just a couple of buckaroos in the bunkhouse after a long cattle drive on the range, if I recall this image correctly. It was another time and place that'll never be able to shake from inside.
Thank you Mom and Dad!
It's perfect. It's snowing outside right now!
Merry Christmas to all!