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I grew up in the Appalachian Mountains. Christmas was an amazing, almost magical time. As kids we thought we were rich! We had no idea just how hard our parents struggled, as did just about everyone in the Appalachians. The week before Christmas, every year, we would sit down as a family and decided who we could bless for Christmas. Then on Christmas Eve, we would take them a "feast" that Momma had prepared, and presents, one for each person (often the toys were refurbished/repainted toys). None the less, they were always thrilled! 

One particular Christmas stands out in my mind..it was Christmas Eve 1984. The weather had turned really bad, snow and ice. Daddy and my two older brothers left a little earlier than usual to deliver our Christmas Blessing....the receiving family was in tears they were so happy but something else caught my father's attention.....two small children in shorts and t-shirts huddled together on the porch of a small trailer across the road. Daddy trudged over only to discover the freezing children had been locked out because their parents were having a party inside!!

Daddy picked up the little boy and girl and brought them home! He contacted the Sheriff and told him that if anyone reported those babies missing, they were with us!! Twenty-five years later they are still with us!!! My parents adopted Christy and Larry......this is my best Christmas memory...the year I got a new brother and sister!!!!!!! - Sharon Emory, San Luis, Colorado

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