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When I was growing up (pretty much as an only child -- my brothers lived with my father), I knew I was a lucky kid come Christmastime. My parents and Santa always gave plenty to me, and I think every year, the one big thing I really, really wanted was somehow squeezed onto the big guy's sleigh and ended up under the tree.
We weren't wealthy, but I remember Christmas as a time of plenty, with several of my friends marveling at the sheer amount of stuff under our tree ... and that was before Santa came! I recall shopping the perfume aisle with my dad, and going with mom to the tool section of Sears. It just seemed to be one big gift-fest!See the full content of this document
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Parents Should Guard Against Overindulging
Several years back, I began to wonder if my memory was a bit fuzzy, because by then I had a husband and two children (who happen to be the only grandchildren on my husband's side of the family), and we...
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