My brothers and I gallivanted about with Papa in tow to stock my parents stockings-- hilarious! It's awesome now that we're older and Christmas isn't so expectational-- maybe I'm just speaking for myself here, but I don't really feel like my parents owe me Christmas presents, a feeling that I guiltily remember having. My mom and I are baking a pie and listening toClarence Thomas's "Back Door Santa." While my brothers and I were gone she sneakily baked all the cookies so we would stop eating the dough out of the fridge in the garage. Tomorrow is Christmas.
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