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We didn't have a chimney growing up, so my mom suggested that Santa squeezed through the stove's vent. I always felt bad for him...the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy got to come in through the living room window; just as long as they didn't leave foot prints on her rug. At least the Clause got homemade cookies.
It wasn't long into my childhood that I heard Mom exclaim, "I'm sick of Santa getting all the credit for my fantastic gifts!" I think that is how I found out he wasn't real. I do not remember losing sleep over the fact, however.
This could possibly be one of my last Christmas' at home for awhile. Most of you know that I will be moving back to New Hampshire on January 9. My vacation time is limited so I leave knowing that any visits home will be few and far between. As I anticipate the new adventures ahead, I also wish to cherish these final weeks at home.
My dismay of Christmas has taken a turn. I found out this evening that I won't be home alone after all. Tim and Sandra are saving the day with an early visit that will last until Christmas afternoon! The excitement of holidays past now make sudden appearances in my memories. Now I seek time to sub at the daycare, clean the house, crotchet scarves for gifts, do some humble shopping and bake bake bake.
And it's snowing!!!
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