My Christmas breakfast was a treat. JIMMY DEAN and I shared a sausage English muffin with egg white and cheese. and a juicy Navel orange, juice & coffee. What a beautiful sunrise, brought hope for the day and the future. Oranges used to be a treat at Christmas. As I would empty my old knee sock, nothing fancy then, I would always find an orange in the toe. Always hard Christmas candy, nuts I only saw at Christmas. Oh we had pecans and peanuts all the time, but Christmas brought kinds we did not have the year around. Always a small toy or socks or fancy panties to my delight. Some years' I am sure now it was a struggle to provide a Christmas for me. I was the only child for 12 years, but those were hard times during the 30's. But provide they did. I can't really remember wanting for anything. (except a bike, never had one) Today is so different. To each it's own. I am again inside looking out at the day opening. 28 is just too cold for the Balcony. Hope you all have a good day and I wish for a good year for all. BETTY BOOP
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