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
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sounds like you were a poet even as a boy.
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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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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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