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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Queen_Dopplepopolis" data-source="post: 2776415" data-attributes="member: 14323">8am is NOTHING.  We spend Christmas at The Universe's parents house and TU has a younger brother and a younger sister.  Last year, they woke us up singing a HIGHLY annoying version of "Must be Christmas" at 5:30am.  I hear that it happens every year.  Yuck.My childhood Christmas memories are blurred because I've sort of blocked out a lot of them.  My childhood, put mildly, pretty much sucked... But - I do have a memory of being about 4 or 5 years old, back before my parents hated each other and I knew about their drug problems, of sneaking down what I remember as being the enormous staircase of our house.  I must have been 4 because I'm pretty sure it was the first time I really *understood* Christmas.I was in my new PJs (when I was young, I got new fancy PJs every Christmas Eve)... they were purple and long and made me feel very grown up.  The memory is so vivid that I can actually smell the scent of the tree and the orange potpourri that my mom loved so much...I don't think I had ever gone down the big stairs by myself in the dark before because I remember being very scared because they stairs were twisty and you couldn't see the light from downstairs when you were up at the top.Once I got down to the living room, the only light came from the tree, but I could see on the coffee table that the cookies had been eaten and Santa had left me a note, though I cared little for it because my eyes were locked on the one present I had wanted so badly: a baby-doll sized, hand-made feeding chair that was lined with pretty purple fabric.  I had seen it at a local craft store one day and begged and begged my mom for it... but that wasn't all!  Inside the feeding chair was (and young girls my age will understand how cool this was) a Cabbage Patch Preemie baby doll. The doll even had a night gown that matched my own!  I ran over to the doll, picked it up, and held it for a long, long time... those dolls didn't have any hair and they smelled like baby powder.I remember thinking, in the way young people think, that Christmas is really special... and then, I stood up, put the baby back, and went to go get back in bed.  Couldn't be caught peeking at Santa's gifts before morning!</blockquote>

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