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Wednesday, November 12, 2008Sometime after my parents moved to from downtown to their own home, our extended family began to celebrate Christmas at our house. It was always so exciting, with my mom and dad both cooking and cleaning and getting ready for the family. One moment, the house would be all decorated and shiny with unbelievable aromas coming from the kitchen and almost instantly, the house would fill up with people...
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