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Every year I say I hate Christmas.
Every year Vicki drives herself into a tizzy decorating and cleaning so the house is perfect. I drive myself mad planning and cooking the food. Every year we say to each other, "This is the last time."
But then the day comes. And I am reminded of how much I love the people in our family.
Tonight, they have all gone home, and it was all worth it. We had a great time, lots of love, lots of laughing, and a few tears. I wouldn't trade it for the world. And I'll do it again next year, even though I'll say I won't.
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