My first Thanksgiving without daddy; very little food, very little eaten.



My family always believed in "giving". We loved to give gifts. What wonderful memories I have of my daddy's family all getting together at Christmas with presents piled to the ceiling. We always had over 50 family members all crammed into my Papa Copes little house. Presents, presents, presents..we all bought for everybody.
This year, for the first time, I can literally get all of my Christmas gifts "under" the tree..not around it, literally under it......thanks Scrooge, bah humbug!


So, this is a year of "firsts". I don't like it at all.
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