I'm running so late right now! I really should write a story, or something, but I'm about 2 minutes away from being gonna-be-in-trouble late. So instead of stories, I'll give you "spooky look-alikes".
Here's a little comparison.
1966. My folks still have that little table that's behind me. Every year, my mom puts a little nativity scene on it.
Apples don't fall far from the tree.