Christmas with Mom

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My sisters and I knew what we were getting for Christmas.  Every year.  We never had a Christmas tree – Dad’s decision.   But Mom loved Christmas!

Each year, Mom bought each of us one present and it was always clothes.  And she always hid it in the same place – for as log as I can remember.   And we always peeked.

We could hardly wait to open our gifts, our excitement not at all diminished.  But it was not because of finally knowing what we were getting – but that we could finally  wear it.

She never knew….