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When we were kids we had a Christmas Eve party with singing and exhibition of talents. When I say talents, I mean that I played "Silent Night" every year on the piano because it was in C Major. When we were feeling saucy, Joey and I would do chin puppets. We've stopped our delusions of grandeur and now have a dinner and open presents from cousins and grandparents and my parents. This year we all chipped in and bought a nice picture of the Logan Temple. This June my parents will have been married 50 years. My dad thinks he looks funny when he smiles so he doesn't smile. I got a lucky shot.

My mom gave us each a basket with little goodies including towels, hot pad, chocolate, a book and 100 $1.00 bills tucked into different places.

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