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Dec 09, 2006 22:12

When and where I was growing up, we did not have Santa. Christmas was a fairly solemn religious holiday (even though we never fasted) with a more spiritual meaning. My mom used to have a Christmas tree every year. The same artificial sorry looking tree that was stored in a large dusty box in the crawl space above the bathroom (that's where the ( Read more... )

memories, words, christmas

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willowing December 10 2006, 05:13:37 UTC
happy holidays to you too! :)

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thrylos December 10 2006, 23:15:17 UTC
thank you! happy holiday to you and yours, too :)

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lettresouvertes December 10 2006, 15:52:19 UTC
i'm moved reading this-i love the way you tell the stories of the holidays,your memories..charming.
sounds like you were a poet even as a boy.

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thrylos December 10 2006, 23:16:08 UTC
thanks! i've never been a poet but these memories were bugging me to come out for a few days

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cianxylona December 10 2006, 17:09:48 UTC
oh i thoroughly enjoyed this!

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thrylos December 10 2006, 23:16:28 UTC
thank you. it was fun writing it

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you ... purple7luv December 11 2006, 02:10:14 UTC
i loved reading this and
i thank you for writing it.

i loved learning (this much) more about you.
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i can almost see and HEAR you and baby brother
a caroling... mmm mmm mmm.

This is precious.

&hearts

(ps: you are so much cuter than chicken louse ;)

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Re: you ... thrylos December 12 2006, 23:31:08 UTC
mmmmmmmmmm
i so love you

chicken louse was a cute chubby baby with hair on top of his head :)

and you don't want to hear me caroling :)

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