My dog died. Mom called and said she was taking her to the vet. Apparently she had a stroke, so they had to put her down. So now everytime I think about Christmas, I think about how Tickles used to get a stocking, and how cute she was exploring her treats. And I think about how different it's goin to be this year. Which makes me think about my
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PS. If it makes you feel any better about not celebrating Jesus' birth, he was actually born in the summer, crazy I know, but we learned in it class.
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