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	<title>Comments on: Christmas Memories: Gifts &amp; Illness</title>
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		<title>By: Lisa writes...</title>
		<link>http://callapidderdays.com/2008/12/christmas-memories-gifts-illness.html#comment-13049</link>
		<dc:creator>Lisa writes...</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 23:49:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I always snooped, and generally always found my gifts!  What I didn&#039;t find I could usually talk my sister into telling me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I always snooped, and generally always found my gifts!  What I didn&#8217;t find I could usually talk my sister into telling me.</p>
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		<title>By: Dianne</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dianne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:22:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh I was a present sneaker. I think it was more the penchant to solve a mystery. But I was known to rearrange the gift piles so I got what I wanted - oops! I remember being sick on New Years more than Christmas. But in recent years, seems like I&#039;ve been sick on or near Christmas. I, who pride myself on &quot;never&quot; getting sick - ha!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh I was a present sneaker. I think it was more the penchant to solve a mystery. But I was known to rearrange the gift piles so I got what I wanted &#8211; oops! I remember being sick on New Years more than Christmas. But in recent years, seems like I&#8217;ve been sick on or near Christmas. I, who pride myself on &#8220;never&#8221; getting sick &#8211; ha!</p>
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		<title>By: Jennifer, Snapshot</title>
		<link>http://callapidderdays.com/2008/12/christmas-memories-gifts-illness.html#comment-12998</link>
		<dc:creator>Jennifer, Snapshot</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:13:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Katrina, I didn&#039;t know that about you -- cars and all!  One year my sister and I were dying for a race car set -- being girls we didn&#039;t get those sorts of things.  We got it, and I remember putting it together, but not playing with it much after that.

I also remember being sick one time.  We went to my stepdad&#039;s parents&#039; house each year after Christmas, and I got sick.  I remember staying in bed, and my stepdad bringing me dry toast and tea.  I was probably just as happy being secluded and reading my books :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Katrina, I didn&#8217;t know that about you &#8212; cars and all!  One year my sister and I were dying for a race car set &#8212; being girls we didn&#8217;t get those sorts of things.  We got it, and I remember putting it together, but not playing with it much after that.</p>
<p>I also remember being sick one time.  We went to my stepdad&#8217;s parents&#8217; house each year after Christmas, and I got sick.  I remember staying in bed, and my stepdad bringing me dry toast and tea.  I was probably just as happy being secluded and reading my books <img src='http://callapidderdays.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Sarah</title>
		<link>http://callapidderdays.com/2008/12/christmas-memories-gifts-illness.html#comment-12996</link>
		<dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 19:23:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>when I was little bitty I was given a brown teddy bear, kind of soft and reddish brown...his tale was eaten by a dog at one point and my mom sewed on an antique button....I still mourn for that little bear...he is probably in some landfill somewhere...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>when I was little bitty I was given a brown teddy bear, kind of soft and reddish brown&#8230;his tale was eaten by a dog at one point and my mom sewed on an antique button&#8230;.I still mourn for that little bear&#8230;he is probably in some landfill somewhere&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Christel</title>
		<link>http://callapidderdays.com/2008/12/christmas-memories-gifts-illness.html#comment-12993</link>
		<dc:creator>Christel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 17:03:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was a gift sneaker too but I think my mom caught on because eventually she had me wrapping the gifts, even my gifts. Today, I am still the gift sneaker but the hubby has a talent of hiding my gifts. I remember one year he had bought me a camcorder and I didn&#039;t even know it was under the tree. He hid that well.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was a gift sneaker too but I think my mom caught on because eventually she had me wrapping the gifts, even my gifts. Today, I am still the gift sneaker but the hubby has a talent of hiding my gifts. I remember one year he had bought me a camcorder and I didn&#8217;t even know it was under the tree. He hid that well.</p>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 16:58:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yes, you were sick on a few Christmases.  But I think the &quot;sickness&quot; didn&#039;t last all day,  so I believe it was stomach nerves.  Remember the morning we left for college for your freshman year?   It&#039;s quite frustrating for a parent, because you don&#039;t know if it is a bug, or will it pass soon.  I didn&#039;t know till years later that you had broken the CODE(key in my robe pocket in the closet).  Not only frequently did you enjoy other things to dolls.  Your Raggedy Ann and Andy looked &quot;Just bought new&quot; for many years.  A calulator would often fill the bill just nicely.   Things have changed: You&#039;ve learned to &quot;play house&quot; with the three men in your life, you love to bake, and have become a decipherer of real or pretend sicknesses.   Merry Christmas!  Love, Mom</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, you were sick on a few Christmases.  But I think the &#8220;sickness&#8221; didn&#8217;t last all day,  so I believe it was stomach nerves.  Remember the morning we left for college for your freshman year?   It&#8217;s quite frustrating for a parent, because you don&#8217;t know if it is a bug, or will it pass soon.  I didn&#8217;t know till years later that you had broken the CODE(key in my robe pocket in the closet).  Not only frequently did you enjoy other things to dolls.  Your Raggedy Ann and Andy looked &#8220;Just bought new&#8221; for many years.  A calulator would often fill the bill just nicely.   Things have changed: You&#8217;ve learned to &#8220;play house&#8221; with the three men in your life, you love to bake, and have become a decipherer of real or pretend sicknesses.   Merry Christmas!  Love, Mom</p>
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		<title>By: Julie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Julie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 14:48:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was always trying to snoop for presents. When I was somewhere in my double digit years I became proficient with a paring knife to slice the tape just right and unwrap the presents, then re-wrap them nicely and only a few times did my parents notice that the wrapping looked a little funny.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was always trying to snoop for presents. When I was somewhere in my double digit years I became proficient with a paring knife to slice the tape just right and unwrap the presents, then re-wrap them nicely and only a few times did my parents notice that the wrapping looked a little funny.</p>
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		<title>By: Lindsay</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lindsay</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 14:31:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was totally a gift sneaker.  Until one year when I saw the gifts.  I thought I was getting a Redskins jacket.. but I didn&#039;t want to unfold it to look at because I knew I wouldn&#039;t be able to get it folded just right.  Turns out it was for my Dad and I was very disappointed.  I got great presents that year but when I saw my Dad open the jacket I wanted to cry.  I promised myself I would never intentionally find my presents again.   I do however, like to pretend that I will sneak a peak if I can.  My husband now hides my presents just in case :-P</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was totally a gift sneaker.  Until one year when I saw the gifts.  I thought I was getting a Redskins jacket.. but I didn&#8217;t want to unfold it to look at because I knew I wouldn&#8217;t be able to get it folded just right.  Turns out it was for my Dad and I was very disappointed.  I got great presents that year but when I saw my Dad open the jacket I wanted to cry.  I promised myself I would never intentionally find my presents again.   I do however, like to pretend that I will sneak a peak if I can.  My husband now hides my presents just in case <img src='http://callapidderdays.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif' alt=':-P' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Kathy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kathy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 13:46:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was a present hunter too.  I still shake and inspect presents thoroughly.  I drive everyone crazy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was a present hunter too.  I still shake and inspect presents thoroughly.  I drive everyone crazy.</p>
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