When I was growing up Christmas was huge. My Grandmother had 12 siblings and my Grandfather (both on my mothers side) had 13 siblings. We lived about 4 blocks from my Great Grandmothers house and right next door to my Grandparents. All this led to huge family gatherings at Christmas. Up until the time I was about 12 I don't think a spent Christmas with less than 50 people. Right around that time the inevietable happened. Death. Slowly over the years this large family dissapated. The grandchildren had their own families and we no longer met as a group. To this day I still have fond memories of huge family gatherings and all the stories, singing and food. Christmas is always an emotional time for me, today I heard that song about the boy wanting to buy his mother shoes for Christmas and cried.
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