Sunday, December 27, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Christmas past
When I was probably around 5 or 6 we were visiting with Uncle Williard and Aunt Mary and their family on Christmas Eve in McCalla, Alabama. I was so worried that Santa would not know where to find us if we were not at home. Everyone told me not to worry, that Santa always knew where to find good boys and girls but some how that didn't stop my worrying. When I got up the next morning he had found us and I was so releived. Ah, the joys of childhoold!
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