When I was small my parents had a light wheel that would shine red blue yellow red blue yellow over our stylish aluminum tree and the living room ceiling. The whole extended family that included my father and his six siblings always spent Christmas Eve at Uncle Ray’s and after we arrived home I would lie on the floor and gaze at the tree, all the presents, the ceiling. It was a peaceful, glad time in the midst of a chaotic, disheveled family. Within a few days we would be in Florida visiting my mother’s mother and Mom would have bummed the 20 dollar bill Uncle Ray had given me in a Christmas envelope.
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