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the awaited day Christmas Day began for me at work which was a first for me. Since it was a holiday everything was fairly quiet and I openly read my latest issue of The New Yorker without any feelings of guilt. Then when I left work the roads were clear of cars as I made my way to my parents house for the day. The general mood of Christmas morning has changed as my siblings and I have gotten older. Gifts are still opened, but it isn't the same as when we were younger. None of us is below the age of eighteen and we don't sit on the floor in our pajamas any more. The most interesting person to watch open their gifts has become my two year old niece. I had thought that I was still in touch with the latest toys, but I had never heard of Blues Clues until last Saturday. As the day progressed I grew more and more tired and finally gave in to sleep at around three in the afternoon. When I awoke my visiting aunt and uncle had left and the Christmas dinner had been put away. It may have not been the most magical of Christmas days, but that does not mean that I didn't have a nice day. I just see Christmas from more of an adult perspective now.
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