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My immediate family and several cousins went to my great-aunt's cottage next PSU the weekend before Christmas when I was 6. We woke up Christmas Eve, and we had been snowed in - as in HUGE blizzard! The guys had to dig a path to the garage to get wood (this was before there was central heating in the cottage), but to me, it was like a tunnel. We put holly on the mantel for decoration, and my great-aunt showed up out of the blue (she got a ride from the ranger!), with some pottery mugs she had just made. We drank hot cider from the mugs, ate hot dogs from over the fireplace, and my daddy read the Christmas Story to us before we went to bed. I don't think I ever felt such joy & love as that Christmas Eve & Christmas. It was a great age to realize that you didn't need tv or toys to have a wonderful Christmas!
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