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I remember how us kids would search

What seemed like every part of the house,

Trying to sneak a peak at our gifts.

But, no matter how hard we tried,

We never found them.

So our smart plan was to stay up late

On Christmas Eve and tree-watch.

We just knew we would catch Dad

Slipping gifts under it.

  That never worked!

To this day, we wonder how Dad

Could out-wait us.

Then, finally, it was Christmas Day ...

Mmm…

Smells of honey ham with cloves,

Candles burning, and sweet potato pies.

The beauty of Mom in her

Special holiday dress,

And china that made its guest appearance

Only once a year.

And, of course, the prettiest tree ever

With tons of gift boxes stuffed underneath.

But you know what

My greatest memory of all is?

Enjoying the day with the both of you.

You and Dad made Christmas for our family, and you still do.

I love you

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