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Happy Holiday Season!

During this time of the year, I am brought back to childhood memories. Christmas Eve at my Grandmothers' house, finding a christmas stocking at the end of my bed, having my gifts lined up on one side of the tree - while my brothers' were lined up alongside the other on Christmas Morning ... 

My folks always made our holidays special ... 

Hard to believe that my nephews are now young men. Also hard to believe that my youngest nephew is also growing up. I remember visiting the hospital when they were just born. 

Looking forward to seeing both sides of our family on Christmas Day. 

What are  your Childhood Christmas Memories? Traditions? What are you finding hard to believe? 



 








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  1. I remember going out with my father to buy a Christmas tree. That was "our" time and it was so special to me. Not to mention that I had to choose a tree because my father used to buy a skinny ones and I loved a small and fat trees, LOL!
    Happy Holidays Kristine. :)

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