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Tired of Living In a Christmas House

Dorothy could not wait to become eighteen, so she could move away. She loved her parents, but they were smothering her. You have to be in by eleven. Call us when you leave work. Let us know if you are not coming home for supper. Do not stay out all night unless you have permission. She was tired of their rules, their Christmas carols and their Christmas house. Her mother always had it decorated from side to side with Santas and snowmen. In December, not every month, but thirty days of this was way too many! Dorothy moved away to college. She loved her new life. At first. But then…. She realized that no one in the dorm noticed or cared If she got home by curfew or if she got locked out for the night. No one cared if she did her homework or if she failed her classes. December came and there was no explosion of Christmas in her dorm room. Her roommate did not decorate, and all she had was a Christmas stocking. She could hardly wait to drive home after her finals. Her mother had decorated the front tree, the driveway, and the bushes. Her heart leapt with joy when she opened the door to the Christmas house She felt loved now.

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Date: 12/3/2021 12:05:00 PM
Hello Caren, she love the Christmas house after all. Hugs.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 12/4/2021 3:01:00 PM
Hello Caren, I am glad she went home for Christmas. Hugs.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 12/4/2021 12:25:00 AM
She surely does!
Date: 12/3/2021 9:23:00 AM
You know, I believe this is often the case. We (none of us) realize what we've failed to appreciate until we've lost it. Lucky girl!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 12/4/2021 12:26:00 AM
We do not appreciate home until we return after an absence.

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