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When my twin brother, Paul Cunningham, and I were growing up (some might argue that this hasn’t taken place yet), our Mother and Dad made sure that we had a Christmas tree and perhaps a few lights outside, the house was decorated inside with Santa, reindeer, sleighs, and all the other things that we normally associate with this time of year. 

We were never well off, financially, but Daddy worked very hard to make sure that we had food to eat, a comfortable house to live in, perhaps not the most stylish, but certainly nice enough that we were never ashamed to wear, clothing, and at Christmas, they always tried to have something under the tree for my brother and I to open and enjoy. It was never anything big, but we had something new and usually that we needed. Those included toys that they knew we would like.

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