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Fat Beggars School of Prophets
When I was a kid, the Christmas Season didn’t start until Thanxgiving, particularly the Friday after. Perhaps that was just my very subjective experience, but that’s how it worked to my recollection. It didn’t last long like that, but it seemed like it did, and that’s how I remember it.
My baby sister’s birthday fell in the first week of December, and Mom always put up our Christmas tree the day after that. She normally pulled our tree down the day after Christmas, but sometimes on New Year’s Day. Thus we had a maximum of 3 weeks worth of Christmas decorations at our house, and as I recall it felt like an eternity with all the anticipation of blessings to come. Childhood magic, I am sure.
The tree would go up, and in a day or two a wrapped gift would almost magically appear under it. Then another day or…
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