It’s the Christmases of my childhood that I remember always and cherish most. They were simple and humble with no fancy frills or garland. In the windows of the stores downtown, I often stood, longingly, dreaming of a Christmas tree with expensive decorations and huge bows made of red velvet ribbon. And the angel on top? She was my heart’s desire rather than the ancient star that topped our...
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