Opened our presents Christmas Eve. The youngest granddaughter did not believe she could possibly sleep without opening a few. I am a happy camper with my gelt. I scored a new book: 'John le Carre, the Biography' by Adam Sisman and a new flannel shirt to replace my raggedy one. And now we are watching Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed in Capra's classic Christmas film. Although the little one just cannot seem to understand what happened to the color on our TV set.
Speaking of black and white pictures:
Bob Hope always put on great Christmas shows - jokes and girls were what the troops needed and he always provided. Raquel Welch was my main fantasy back then. But unfortunately I missed her live shows and only saw it much later on video. I did see Ms Margaret and Heatherton, I think it was 1969(?) but was so far back in the crowd that both they and Mr Hope looked like ant people. It was good regardless. Although with that crowd one rocket or mortar round could maybe have inflicted mass casualties.
Here is Christmas in Vietnam today: