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Can't take credit for this one - it was my dad's doing.
Back in the dark ages of film cameras my parents had a tendency to take a roll of film, pop it in a canister, and throw it in the desk and forget to ever get it developed. One year, shortly before the holidays, my dad snuck out 14 rolls of film and had them all developed. What's better is mom cleaned and organized the desk a week later and never noticed all the film missing.
On Christmas morning, Dad brought out photos going back over ten years, complete with loved ones who were no longer with us. We sat and looked over all those rolls of film and laughed and cried together.
Another related Christmas gift:
My paternal grandfather died (my grandmother had been gone for 12 years already), and while going through his attic my dad found a box of keepsakes and mementos. Included was one of those black and white photobooth strips. The pictures were of my grandparents. Near as we can tell they were only dating at the time; they were sooooo young, and sooooo happy! He had the best pic in the strip blown up into 5x7"s, framed them, and gave one to each of his siblings at the family Christmas party. More tears.
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