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In the 50's, my parents would load up my sister and me after dinner on Christmas Eve and visit each of my father's three brother's families. Every family had at least one cousin, and we all exchanged presents.

It was a fun, exciting evening, made more so by my father's occasional pronouncements that he "wasn't sure we were going to make it home in time for Santa to come." Or that he actually saw Santa go by and we had obviously missed him.

By the time we did get home, we were exhausted from having excitement at a fever pitch for hours, and fell asleep quickly, dreaming of the wonderful morning to come.

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