It's that time of year again. The pumpkin pie is a distant memory (except to my hips), and new, more pressing thoughts are capturing my family's imagi...
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Nearly thirty years later, my mom still won't tell me how that sack found its way under our tree. Maybe I don't really want to know; it lets me believe, if not in Santa, in the kindness of family, friends and possibly even strangers.
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