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December 12, 2007



I am sitting here eating a tangerine, and remembered that when my sister and I were little, Santa put them in our Christmas stockings. We weren't real thrilled to get them, but when my parents were kids, they WERE thrilled to have something that special in their stockings. I understand that now. Thank you for making it possible for The Pursuit to help people who don't even have everyday things they need, much less tangerines.


You're so right, Lori. My mom still adds the walnuts and apples in the stocking as well.

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