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Insight into my life and family as I continue to learn about this life as an adult.Christmas is my all-time favorite holiday. Every single year, I put up a tree, decorate windows and throw on some of my favorite Christmas tunes while working. When I was a little girl, Christmas always meant my family gathered together, Santa came the night before, and my mom's living room was turned into a toy wonderland. Although I've gotten older and my priorities have changed, the magic of the day remains with me. I'm still excited to wake up and share gifts with my family; I crave the aromas coming from the kitchen for not only dinner but for a special family breakfast; and — most …
Thanksgiving Day always seems to run on a special clock for my family and me. It's not so much that we follow a specific tradition together every year, but we're definitely creatures of habit. By 9 a.m., my mom is up and about in the kitchen cooking the turkey by whatever name. That's right, we name the turkey a couple of days beforehand every year, from Tony to Tina. This year, it's Terrell. By noon, I'm usually up and helping with making the dressing for the turkey as well as making rolls. One of my uncles also joins us for conversation and catching up. By 4 or 5 p.m., my mom and I usually …
