Today is the first day of the holiday break. The morning was too lovely not to notice, as I drove to work. There was a mist hanging over the fields and pastures. When the sun rose over the tree line, the mist became tinted and what a difference, it made to the countryside. The sun looked like a bright clementine for a while. Moments later it turned the color that only the sun can claim. . . though maybe the daffodils would disagree, as they come as close as anything I know of.
The air was only slightly chilled. So far, a warm Christmas day is predicted. I took a chance and put a live poinsettia out by the lamp post. The temperature even at night, is supposed to be mild. . . time will tell, as it always does.
School dismissed early today and I took full advantage of that. I bought a gift for my sister, filled the car with gas, and then came home. I commenced to wrapping presents, determined to finish that project. Tomorrow, at long last, I am going to Elizabeth City, and I so want to leave the house in good order.
It took the best part of the afternoon, but it is with great pleasure I can say that the presents are wrapped and nestled beneath the tree. Most of the ornaments have been hung and how beautifully familiar they are. The kitchen is a kitchen again-and oh, the Christmas china is on the table. I also started packing. How good it feels to prepare for a visit with my only daughter and grandchild. I will stay a few days and then come back to the rabbit patch, for my older sons, Brant and Tres are coming home on Christmas eve. To say, I am “happy as a lark” is an understatement. If all goes well, I hope to have a special supper for Christmas eve. Lyla will be waiting for Santa, for the first time this year, so they will not come til Christmas day. I have no idea what time my sons will arrive, either. It matters little to me, what details work out, as long as they all get here safely. I always say, that I am my happiest, when my children are all gathered and sleeping under my roof again. Of course, they find this amusing and have no comprehension of this notion. The boys tease me, that we are sleeping-and so they wonder how this could evoke such joy for me. The truth is, all I know is that for a little while, we are “the way we were”.
When the children were young, they received three gifts from Santa-in keeping with the gifts of the “Wise men”. Jenny plans to do so with Lyla. One of the gifts, was always a book-and I still have them, of course. Mama would ask the children what they wanted for Christmas, and they would say things like Lucky Charms or White bread. When Jenny was two, she asked Santa for”fried chicken and diamond earrings”. These stories still tickle me. Tres asked for a snowman one year, as we have never had a white Christmas, in this “neck of the woods”. Lyla has already visited with Santa and she asked for “presents”. When I was young, I saw the “real Santa” and did not know it at the time.
Mama used to sew and make all of our “Sunday ” dresses. Sometimes they matched, but not always. I used to hate the “fittings” for I was bound to get stuck by pins no matter how still I stood. The fittings also seemed to come at the most undesirable times, too. They seemed to come, when my sister I were creating the most exciting dramas with our dolls. Mama sewed a lot and we took little notice of what she was doing at the sewing machine. In fact, we tried to steer clear of Mama altogether, when she was sewing.
Most every year, we got a doll for Christmas-real dolls that looked like babies and shut their eyes to go to sleep. I probably loved dolls more than any other toy. I still remember their names, for the dolls were our companions and were never far from us. One year, the dolls came with a lot of little dresses. I thought “Santa” had performed some miracle, as the dolls had dresses made from the same materials as our own. I remember knowing one dress was going to be itchy, and so did not make the doll wear that one often.
It was years later when I pieced things together. I was no longer playing with dolls and so I asked Mama about that particular Christmas. Mama said money was especially tight that year, and so she made all of those little dresses. She said it was tedious work, as the dresses were so little and it took her a long while to make them. That is when it “dawned on me”, that I had seen the real Santa, after all.
One year Kyle asked for a bike for Christmas. We bought one , not assembled, as money was tight that year for us. I wanted that bike put together and begged my husband to do so weeks before Christmas. Jamie said it would take him twenty minutes tops and not to worry. Jamie worked on that bike for hours, Christmas Eve night-finally a neighbor and friend joined the effort. Nuts and bolts were missing, and some were not the right size. It was a harrowing night and I declare Kyle got up within an hour of the completion. . .the real Santa forgot to eat the cookies, that year.
Wednesday
It is raining at the early service. It is a softly falling rain, and begs one to linger under a soft blanket. I have a lot of “loose ends” to tie up, before I leave, so I can not heed the beckoning of a morning rain. I must use extra caution on my drive to Elizabeth City. I must pack the rain coat- and the “Christmas books” that tell the stories of the many reasons, I love Christmas. I will sing “Joy to the World” with Lyla and “Away in a Manger”-Lyla will sing her “Twinkle Bells” and I will laugh-and I am bound to cry too, as I am so sentimental (and Irish).
Dear Diary-I am glad for Christmas, when hearts are especially tender to one another. I am glad for memories of being loved, for I always have been. . . and I am especially glad that “All hearts come home for Christmas”.
Oh…I have been in your mothers shoes many times getting ‘Santa” under the tree, On year I was up most of the night finishing a cowboy outfit for my first son. I also did this for my grandson, Chaps and vest…all little boys need a cowboy outfit. I also remember us putting a race car track together and finely slipping into bed only to hear little feet headed to the tree way to soon . But time marches on and don’t we miss those times? give Lila a Christmas hug for me and do be especially careful driving.
thank you friend-Mothers do a lot behind our backs to to ensure our happiness-and sweet memories warm our hearts for many years. I am glad or them. Merry Christmas dear one! love Michele
Another beautiful post. This warmed my heart this morning. When we have our children gathered around us, in one place, it is an indescribable sense of peace. Have a wonderful time in Elizabeth City! Hugs to you and yours 🙂
I sure do enjoy my visits to the rabbit patch. The farmhouse is so lovely. I really enjoy the pictures you have been posting. I find each of them to be perfect.
thank you so much. One day, I will have a nice camera and hopefully practice my photography. It thrills me that you like to visit. What heart touching words for me-thank you dear- and Merry Christmas! love Michele
What a charming porch photograph! Sigh. I’ll just pause and admire it. I loved reading this, Michele, it made me feel peaceful even though I have a pile of things to do here and you are actually sharing a bit of your busyness, but sigh again. Just lovely. I loved hearing about your childhood and also your thoughts on mothering. I find it so refreshing and encouraging to hear the stories of mothers going before us. Wish everything would slow down a bit, but I know that isn’t possible really. I just need to chose to be present and enjoy this moment. I went with my husband this morning to drop off a vehicle for my father in law and the sunrise was just GORGEOUS over the barren white and black landscape. Deep pinks and purples. Merry Christmas. ❤ Amy
Amy- I feel the same way-I have such an old fashion heart. We have lost some beauty in the name of progress. I love “today” but I love “yesterday” too. Merry Christmas precious one! love Michele . . . and thank you for all of your kind words.
I am deeply touched by your story, sitting her in my motel room and waiting for my next radiation treatment at the Centre. The Christmas spirit is embedded in your so lovingly written and true story. I am also looking forward to being home with my family for Christmas. Greetings from much colder Canada!
A warm post once again. I enjoy the feeling of Christmas. Having family and friends around, laughing, sharing memories, food, drinks,etc. It’s a house full of love. Merry Christmas dear friend. xo
Ohhh dearest Rabbit, I loved this pist, for it took me back to my own childhood, and the days of my two girls when they were little.
I know the years that money was tight for my mum and dad, for it was the years that presents were handmade and yet beautifully so.
For my two daughters …. I remember sitting up, in the living room, trying to put together a pink My Little Pony castle, with all the stickers and decals in the right places, and all the bits of furniture set up ready.
When I unpacked the box I said I thought it would take me half an hour and that I’d be in bed before midnight!
At 3.20am I was finally finished and vowed that I’d never do it again.
I did, of course. I’m a mum. What can I say? LOL
Sharing your memories, Rabbit, has been such an incredible, heart warming feeling. It’s like being given a precious gift, and one which I couldn’t possibly get from anywhere else, nor for any amount of money. These are your memories and because of that I am in the blessed position of being able to read them as you share them with me. And … I love you for it.
Thank you Rabbit.
Thank you not just for this post, but for all your posts. I have learnt so much. I have laughed often. I have cried, both with you and because of a situation that you have shown me by the painting your words described.
When I count my blessing I count you twice, for you give me so much of yourself, and remind me of things from my past that I didn’t even realise I’d forgotten. When I sit at the dining table this coming Christmas Day, I will remember to mention your name as I say my prayer of thankfulness to the Lord, for bringing you into my life. You are just what the doctor ordered. No … you are better than any doctor could order, for you are you.
Everyone should have a Rabbit in their life – for you give a thread of stability to life. I am so very blessed to know you.
Thank you Rabbit, for everything you do, and are still to do.
May your Christmas be exactly what you need and want it to be. With love ~ Cobs. xxx
well. . . this may be one of the most moving comments I have ever received. I hope you realise how grateful I am to know you-I do not know, how i got along without you, now. You have an uncanny knack to love with your words. I feel how genuinely good your heart is-and I want to be like you. That is admiration in its’ purest form. God bless you always. I love you, Cobs. Merry Christmas!
Beautiful memories. My favourite gift from Santa.. and the only thing ever asked for was a new doll… or maybe doll clothes… and was always blessed by receiving what I asked for. I was the last of 10 children.. and stories of my siblings Christmases.. in lean years, was that they were happy to receive stockings with goodies in them and perhaps a book… or a refurbished toy.
Anyway, have a wonderful Christmas Michele…. Diane
Your dearest gifts were the large family members-and you were the baby! I bet you were everyones’ doll. Thank you Diane-and Merry Christmas-love Michele
When I got to the wish for “fried chicken and diamond earrings,” I laughed out loud. That is so wonderful. And as for Santa — of course Santa exists. The only thing that puzzled me about Santa when I was young was when my mother suggested we put out 7-Up for him to drink with his cookies, rather than milk. I was very, very much older before I figured out that Santa might have been mixing a little Seagram’s with the 7-Up, for a very typical 1950s drink!
funny! A little boy at school was surprised when the others were talking about mil and cookies-he said Santa drank a beer at his house!! Merry Christmas and thank you for your dependably delightful comments! love Michele
I loved 2-Year-old Jenny’s request for “fried chicken and diamonds.” That girl had her priorities right! 😉
Lovely and charming post, Michele. Merry Christmas to you and your family! 🎄
What a lovely post. Your front porch is so beautiful and welcoming. I couldn’t imagine leaving a poinsettia outside in our neck of the woods, unless is was plastic!!
Wishing you and your family a wonderful Christmas
Michele, I had to laugh about you not making your doll wear the itchy dress! My mom used to sew all our clothing also when I was a child and our dolls had matching clothing.
My sons do not understand either how happy it makes me to have them all under my roof. I used to wonder why my dad had the biggest grin on his face when all his kids were home….and now I know. Someday our children will totally understand also.
Have a blessed time with your family Michele!
you are right-oh goodness, the hardest part of parenting for me was when they all grew up! I really struggled and just felt lost-Oh what a difference a grandchild made–and Jenny needs me again! haha! Merry Christmas and I wish you many blessings! love Michele
What lovely memories of Christmas you have, Michele! They always put a smile on your face and the faces of the readers. You remember so many details. Mama spent all those hours to make dresses for the dolls. Assembling the bike… How precious.
I have one and only daughter. She and her husband only have Christmas day off. So we go to them in Portland, Oregon for Christmas. We’ll have a great time with Autumn’s first Christmas.
Hope you get everything done before you get on the road. Merry Christmas to you!
I particularly loved this post! It brought happy tears to my eyes! I guess Christmas time is also an especially emotional time of the year, when we think of loved ones near and far.
Oh we all have those Christmas memories don’t we and every year we think back to them and enjoy them just as much each time. Sounds like you are going to be a happy busy!! Safe travels, enjoy your time and wishing you a very Merry Christmas, sleeping children and all! Your tree is beautiful. love Deb xo
Oh…I have been in your mothers shoes many times getting ‘Santa” under the tree, On year I was up most of the night finishing a cowboy outfit for my first son. I also did this for my grandson, Chaps and vest…all little boys need a cowboy outfit. I also remember us putting a race car track together and finely slipping into bed only to hear little feet headed to the tree way to soon . But time marches on and don’t we miss those times? give Lila a Christmas hug for me and do be especially careful driving.
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thank you friend-Mothers do a lot behind our backs to to ensure our happiness-and sweet memories warm our hearts for many years. I am glad or them. Merry Christmas dear one! love Michele
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Merry Christmas to you and yours.
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Another beautiful post. This warmed my heart this morning. When we have our children gathered around us, in one place, it is an indescribable sense of peace. Have a wonderful time in Elizabeth City! Hugs to you and yours 🙂
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you are so right about gathering our children-it is a happy and so special time.Thank you so much and Merry Merry Christmas! love Michele
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Merry Christmas Michele ❤️
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I sure do enjoy my visits to the rabbit patch. The farmhouse is so lovely. I really enjoy the pictures you have been posting. I find each of them to be perfect.
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thank you so much. One day, I will have a nice camera and hopefully practice my photography. It thrills me that you like to visit. What heart touching words for me-thank you dear- and Merry Christmas! love Michele
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What a charming porch photograph! Sigh. I’ll just pause and admire it. I loved reading this, Michele, it made me feel peaceful even though I have a pile of things to do here and you are actually sharing a bit of your busyness, but sigh again. Just lovely. I loved hearing about your childhood and also your thoughts on mothering. I find it so refreshing and encouraging to hear the stories of mothers going before us. Wish everything would slow down a bit, but I know that isn’t possible really. I just need to chose to be present and enjoy this moment. I went with my husband this morning to drop off a vehicle for my father in law and the sunrise was just GORGEOUS over the barren white and black landscape. Deep pinks and purples. Merry Christmas. ❤ Amy
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Amy- I feel the same way-I have such an old fashion heart. We have lost some beauty in the name of progress. I love “today” but I love “yesterday” too. Merry Christmas precious one! love Michele . . . and thank you for all of your kind words.
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What a charming and warm post again, Michele. Christmas is so special and I can see it certainly is at your house. Merry Christmas, dear friend. 🎄
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I am deeply touched by your story, sitting her in my motel room and waiting for my next radiation treatment at the Centre. The Christmas spirit is embedded in your so lovingly written and true story. I am also looking forward to being home with my family for Christmas. Greetings from much colder Canada!
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A warm post once again. I enjoy the feeling of Christmas. Having family and friends around, laughing, sharing memories, food, drinks,etc. It’s a house full of love. Merry Christmas dear friend. xo
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thank you so much-I love Christmas! I hope yours is beautiful! love Michele
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A tender and heartwarming post beautifully written. Thank you 🎄🎅🌲🎁
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goodness THANK YOU for your kind words-they are heart warming for me-Merry Christmas!
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Your posts are lyrical. I’m glad you are now on your Christmas break and will enjoy your children and Lyla.
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thank you for your sweet comment! I am loving the break. Oh you will have to console me when it is over!
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I’ll keep telling you that retirement is heavenly.
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Ohhh dearest Rabbit, I loved this pist, for it took me back to my own childhood, and the days of my two girls when they were little.
I know the years that money was tight for my mum and dad, for it was the years that presents were handmade and yet beautifully so.
For my two daughters …. I remember sitting up, in the living room, trying to put together a pink My Little Pony castle, with all the stickers and decals in the right places, and all the bits of furniture set up ready.
When I unpacked the box I said I thought it would take me half an hour and that I’d be in bed before midnight!
At 3.20am I was finally finished and vowed that I’d never do it again.
I did, of course. I’m a mum. What can I say? LOL
Sharing your memories, Rabbit, has been such an incredible, heart warming feeling. It’s like being given a precious gift, and one which I couldn’t possibly get from anywhere else, nor for any amount of money. These are your memories and because of that I am in the blessed position of being able to read them as you share them with me. And … I love you for it.
Thank you Rabbit.
Thank you not just for this post, but for all your posts. I have learnt so much. I have laughed often. I have cried, both with you and because of a situation that you have shown me by the painting your words described.
When I count my blessing I count you twice, for you give me so much of yourself, and remind me of things from my past that I didn’t even realise I’d forgotten. When I sit at the dining table this coming Christmas Day, I will remember to mention your name as I say my prayer of thankfulness to the Lord, for bringing you into my life. You are just what the doctor ordered. No … you are better than any doctor could order, for you are you.
Everyone should have a Rabbit in their life – for you give a thread of stability to life. I am so very blessed to know you.
Thank you Rabbit, for everything you do, and are still to do.
May your Christmas be exactly what you need and want it to be.
With love ~ Cobs. xxx
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well. . . this may be one of the most moving comments I have ever received. I hope you realise how grateful I am to know you-I do not know, how i got along without you, now. You have an uncanny knack to love with your words. I feel how genuinely good your heart is-and I want to be like you. That is admiration in its’ purest form. God bless you always. I love you, Cobs. Merry Christmas!
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Ohhh Rabbit, don’t aim to be me … set your sights higher, for I am faulty – as The Lord himself knows.
You just aim to be you, for you are a blessing to all.
All my love ~ Cobs. xxx ❤
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you are funny! Believe me, I have plenty of faults and oh they catch up with me sometimes! haha! love Michele
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Beautiful memories. My favourite gift from Santa.. and the only thing ever asked for was a new doll… or maybe doll clothes… and was always blessed by receiving what I asked for. I was the last of 10 children.. and stories of my siblings Christmases.. in lean years, was that they were happy to receive stockings with goodies in them and perhaps a book… or a refurbished toy.
Anyway, have a wonderful Christmas Michele…. Diane
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Your dearest gifts were the large family members-and you were the baby! I bet you were everyones’ doll. Thank you Diane-and Merry Christmas-love Michele
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When I got to the wish for “fried chicken and diamond earrings,” I laughed out loud. That is so wonderful. And as for Santa — of course Santa exists. The only thing that puzzled me about Santa when I was young was when my mother suggested we put out 7-Up for him to drink with his cookies, rather than milk. I was very, very much older before I figured out that Santa might have been mixing a little Seagram’s with the 7-Up, for a very typical 1950s drink!
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funny! A little boy at school was surprised when the others were talking about mil and cookies-he said Santa drank a beer at his house!! Merry Christmas and thank you for your dependably delightful comments! love Michele
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I loved 2-Year-old Jenny’s request for “fried chicken and diamonds.” That girl had her priorities right! 😉
Lovely and charming post, Michele. Merry Christmas to you and your family! 🎄
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It was funny-thank you and Merry Christmas friend! love Michele
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Merry Christmas! 💗Tonya
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What a lovely post. Your front porch is so beautiful and welcoming. I couldn’t imagine leaving a poinsettia outside in our neck of the woods, unless is was plastic!!
Wishing you and your family a wonderful Christmas
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Well, I wish it would snow here, maybe in January. Merry Christmas! and thank you love Michele
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Michele, I had to laugh about you not making your doll wear the itchy dress! My mom used to sew all our clothing also when I was a child and our dolls had matching clothing.
My sons do not understand either how happy it makes me to have them all under my roof. I used to wonder why my dad had the biggest grin on his face when all his kids were home….and now I know. Someday our children will totally understand also.
Have a blessed time with your family Michele!
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you are right-oh goodness, the hardest part of parenting for me was when they all grew up! I really struggled and just felt lost-Oh what a difference a grandchild made–and Jenny needs me again! haha! Merry Christmas and I wish you many blessings! love Michele
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What lovely memories of Christmas you have, Michele! They always put a smile on your face and the faces of the readers. You remember so many details. Mama spent all those hours to make dresses for the dolls. Assembling the bike… How precious.
I have one and only daughter. She and her husband only have Christmas day off. So we go to them in Portland, Oregon for Christmas. We’ll have a great time with Autumn’s first Christmas.
Hope you get everything done before you get on the road. Merry Christmas to you!
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thank you Miriam-I hope your Christmas is just beautiful! love Michele
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Thank you, Michele! It started having freezing rain and snow here. It’s our white Christmas after years and years!
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I particularly loved this post! It brought happy tears to my eyes! I guess Christmas time is also an especially emotional time of the year, when we think of loved ones near and far.
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It is an especially emotional time and I miss everybody! Merry Christmas dear one! and thank you-love Michele
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Sounds like you have a wonderful Christmas planned with your family. Enjoy! Merry Christmas!
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thank you Ann and I hope you have a wonderful holiday! love Michele
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The porch is gorgeous.Enjoy tha city,your daughter and the grandchild.
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thank you and Merry Christmas-I hope it is wonderful! love Michele
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Wonderful, wonderful Christmas post. 🎄
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Thank you Jennie-what a nice thing to say- I hope you Christmas is wonderful and full of blessings! love Michele
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And to you, Michele. Merry Christmas!
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Oh we all have those Christmas memories don’t we and every year we think back to them and enjoy them just as much each time. Sounds like you are going to be a happy busy!! Safe travels, enjoy your time and wishing you a very Merry Christmas, sleeping children and all! Your tree is beautiful. love Deb xo
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Deb-how true that we do get to enjoy memories over and over! Merry Merry Christmas to you, who gives to us every day! thank you-love Michele
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Awe thank you Michele. And a very Merry Christmas to you and your family…and the Rabbit Patch!! 💕🎄 love Deb
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Merry Christmas, Michele, to you and your cherished ones.
May the peace of the season find you and keep you throughout the year.
Love,
Paz
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What a beautiful Christmas greeting-the same to you friend. Merry Christmas, love Michele
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Lovely family traditions! I wish you and your family a very merry, wonderful Christmas!
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thank you dear gillyflower-Merry merry Christmas!
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I love the idea of doing what you mentioned above ‘receiving 3 gift from santa in keeping with the gifts of the wise men.” What a lovely tradition🙂
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I have five children(all grown now) but this tradition really made a difference. thank you Happy new year!
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