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while going through the quiet living room that had a few hours ago been a bomb shell of gift wrap and boxes i found something on the coffee table. it was a card from my dad to my mom. my parents decided not to exchange gifts this year as they are trying to buy a house. so there was just this card. it said on the front..."i made a long list of what i want for christmas"...and then you open it up and down the length of the card it said "you"...and at the bottom it said something like..."i didn't say it had a lot of stuff on it, i just said it was long." this to me is the true meaning of christmas, and i can only hope to someday find someone who believes the same.