That Was Our Christmas

That was Christmas! Great Great Grandma told them. 
The children were stunned at the old photo.
This did not look like any Christmas they had ever had.
Why is the picture all gray?
Their great-great-grandmother explained black and white.
She pointed out her gifts. She had been six. Her sister was four.
Only two gifts each?
The children were stunned.
Not understanding.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Hankins Avatar
August 30, 2022 at 12:24 PM
I have often wondered when looking at old photographs, why the people always seem unkempt, even unclean. Perfectly fine houses will sometimes look run-down, too.
Krutsinger Avatar
August 30, 2022 at 9:20 PM
I think grayscale black and white is so flat.
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