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                    [Title] => Here we are as in olden days
                    [Summary] => I sing my favorite Christmas song to myself. Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be light. From now on our troubles will be out of sight. Every year I believe it, a wreath of hope hung on the door of my heart at Christmas where no one sees it but me. My children believe that year after year I act up (and I do), am grouchy, in a Scrooge mood. They never see that when I’m alone, I hum. Have yourself a merry little Christmas, make the yuletide gay. From now on our troubles will be miles away.
                    [DatePublished] => 2002-12-28 00:00:00
                    [ColumnID] => 135494
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                    [AuthorID] => 1805260
                    [AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura
                    [SectionName] => Modern Living
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Here we are as in olden days

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | December 28, 2002 - 12:00am

I sing my favorite Christmas song to myself. Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be light. From now on our troubles will be out of sight. Every year I believe it, a wreath of hope hung on the door...

Modern Living

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