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I was set for Christmas, kind of forgetting that I didn't have any money left to buy something for Dad and Mark. Every Christmas, there were the stockings Mom filled-and still does-with little necessities: a cool new tooth-brush, hair ties, that silly razor I wanted, some hand sanitizer (these days). I like to be back in Broken Arrow- like me, it's grown up a lot-for Christmas to be with Mom and Dad, see the old crèche and the stockings Mom knit for us, but it's not always possible. After church on Christmas morning, we ate the breakfast you had to eat if you lived in Oklahoma: grits, sausage, eggs and toast. [Extracted from the article] |
