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My childhood Christmases were pretty much the same. My folks always said the same thing: “Going to be a slim Christmas this year.” But every Christmas morning that living room was a bright, glittering Christmas Wonderland. God bless them. I miss them very much and thank them for all the magical Christmases they gave us.
Wonder if people in past times who were fortunate enough to be born in and live through a Golden Age realized it? America in the 1950’s was almost certainly ours. Then Kennedy was elected and we exchanged the solidity of Eisenhower for the fake glitz of Camelot. Everything went to $#!+ from there, with the hiatus of the Reagan years like an Indian Summer, reminding us of better times before winter set in for good.
That really nails what we experienced, too. Dad and Mom always made Christmas a time of magic and love. May God bless them forever.
I was with you Bro. Merry Christmas.