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I was just standing in front of my closet wondering what in the heck I was going to wear tonight...and then I started wondering why I felt like I needed to dress up. I see the same people all the time, and they know what I look like, so why dress up? I do it because my mom made me my whole life. When I was a teenager I thought it was the dumbest thing in the world, and I was so excited one year when I got away with wearing jeans and an over-sized sweatshirt. It's rough being the only child, nothing goes unnoticed. So anyway, do you dress up for Christmas? Why do we do this?
Another thing I noticed is that I posted from this exact same time last Christmas Eve. Why, you ask? It's because I'm always waiting for my husband to get ready around this time. Now I won't let anyone tell me we don't have our own traditions. :)
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