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Büsseldorf’s Tales of the Midwest – Christmas Mornin’

I got a lot of great memories from growing up in Funks Grove, Illinois.  We were surrounded by farms out there, hours from any big cities.

But I remember one Christmas when I was growing up more then any other.  All I wanted for Christmas that year was a tree, my very own apple tree.  Dad said it would take up too much land though, that we didn’t have the room and that it wouldn’t produce enough for the family.

Sure enough though, when I came downstairs on Christmas morning there underneath the tree… was another tree.

Dad made me pick those apples all summer, and that was the happiest I ever remember being.

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