I remember going to the local Sears and Roebuck’s were they had a train display and watching the trains run for hours (late at night (at the age of 8 or so), with no fear of being molested, abducted).
I remember seeing Santa on each corner in front of a red kettle ringing a bell and have it explained to me that they were Santa’s helpers ... still some confusion (at the time).
I remember a simpler life, a life fill with hope and a belief in Christmas and Santa. A life were Christians could have their time without all the PC crap.
I can remember when queer meant strange and gay meant exactly that not queer.
Oh yes, those were the days.
And you didn’t get the red rider because you’d shoot your eye out :-)