+ Follow DREAM MOM Tag
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[ArticleID] => 189528
[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
[Focus] => 0
[AuthorID] => 1805260
[AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura
[SectionName] => Modern Living
[SectionUrl] => modern-living
[URL] =>
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DREAM MOM
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[ArticleID] => 189528
[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
[Focus] => 0
[AuthorID] => 1805260
[AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura
[SectionName] => Modern Living
[SectionUrl] => modern-living
[URL] =>
)
)
)
abtest
