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It’s almost dreamlike, this memory.  Christmas music playing in another room, best holiday dresses, itchy white tights & patent leather shoes, two little girls watching while mom dresses the third and youngest for Christmas Eve.  Being older, we were in on the secret.  Dad was making his way in the snowy darkness to just outside the bedroom window and was about to ring the jingle bells and shout “ho-ho-ho” – his way to fuel the excitement and dispel any doubts about Santa, reindeer and the need to be good for twelve straight months.  Funny, though.  For just a moment, when the bells and familiar shout rang out, Santa was really there and I was a believer once more


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