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I miss having all of my family around during the holidays.
Especially when we were drinking.
Mom is gone now these three years and my brothers are spread out a bit.
But the memories of those glorious, loud and emotional Yuletide gatherings are the stuff of Family Legend. Nothing celebrates the birth of Our Lord And Savior like a balls-out donnybrook on Christmsas Eve.
Mom had a wicked left hook and wore a shiner proudly to Midnight Mass.
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