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Two weeks before Christmas Eve 1971 about 5:00pm. I was 4 years old and Dad was outside on the ladder hanging the lights. Snow flakes the size of baseballs were floating down from the sky and beginning to pile high... I was four ... they appeared that big. The glow of the Christmas lights on the sparkling clean windows with the pure white snow drifting down onto my Dads white hair (yes he does have white hair), the sound of White Christmas playing from the stereo and Mom and I watching Dad from the warm side of the house has been a favorite memory of mine for years. Merry Christmas!
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Christmas Memories