
Growing up, my mother used to have white candles in the every window at Christmas time. I remember loving how it looked. Our traditions was different from most of the other people I know.
Christmas eve my siblings and I went to the barn with my father. Cows were milked, fed, tended. None of us could go to the house. We weren't allowed to go outside to play. We all had to stay in the barn while the chores were being done. My mother stayed in the house. As an adult, I know she was prepping the house, gifts, and stockings for us. As a child I thought it was magical.
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