Christmas morning, 1962
Some quick, Sherlock Holmes-like deductive reasoning allows me to conclude that under the tree was a package from my maternal grandparents containing a sweater. My mother’s parents gave me a sweater every other year. On the intervening years they gave me a plaid cotton bathrobe. I don’t appear to have outgrown the bathrobe I am wearing in the picture yet so I must have received it the previous Christmas. Therefore, the yet-to-be-opened package must be a sweater.