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The turkey is in the fridge, the Dickens Village is set-up, all the gifts are wrapped and you’ve walked fourteen miles through five different malls trying to find the last “Kiss me Bobo” doll.  You still need a couple of gifts and you’ll finally be done.  You are tired, and you wish Christmas were over. 

Is Christmas the reason we don’t enjoy Christmas?

Every day a holiday, especially this one.


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