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The packers came to our house on December 26 in 2007. It was Astrid Meklit's first Christmas at home, so I wanted it to be festive. We hung more disposable decorations than usual (paper chains and snowflakes, an evergreen wreath, etc) and only got out the most important decorations. The minute the kids were in bed, we began to strip the house of festivity, and by morning,it was like we'd never had a holiday (there was a lot of other pre-packing that went on as well). I'm happy we celebrated, but jeez oh peas, cross-country moves should not happen at Christmas. There were many nights in late December when I slept approximately 17 minutes. A grandparently Christmas seems like a wonderful idea in my book!

You have my sympathy, madam.

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