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If it's good family, that is something, to be sure.
Guess there are trade-offs. I kid you not - or me, either - when I say that as a child, the 2-week Christmas season was as perfect as a child could want.
On the other hand, my late mother left when I was seven months old and returned shortly before my fifth birthday, and I had no idea who she was when she walked in the door. My Christmas memories start at age six. Everytime I recall my late father, it is with a glass of whiskey or a beer in his hand, and he died of complications from alcohalism in his mid-fifties. But he had a great work ethic and a good job, and we wanted for nothing. And, for two weeks every Christmas, my parents put aside thier endless bickerings and created the best memories of my young life. I still LOVE Christmas whole-heartedly.