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RE: ā"Mi Navidad: De la cosecha al caos, pasando por Macaulay Culkin"|Original de Marabuzal (ESP-ENG)
think the true universal eccentricity is not what is celebrated, but the need to celebrate something
I also lived in a rural area when I was a child, but felt I was part of the larger culture that celebrated with trees (not so much plastic in those days) and gifts. I don't remember gifts that no one wanted. I always thought they were a delight, as long as they were wrapped. It didn't matter what was inside.
My family was lucky. While we didn't have the resources to buy a turkey, we did have generous relatives who financed our journey to their homes in NYC. There it was indeed celebration.
You are a gifted writer. I love this piece.
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Thank you for your kind words and for sharing your experience. I'm glad that, despite limitations, you hold onto those warm memories of togetherness and wonder, where the gesture and the company were the true gift.
Your words honor me.I wish you good health.
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