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I remember growing up Christmas was a big deal to my Mom.

She was taken off the Navajo reservation at an early age to a boarding school. She was punished for speaking Navajo . As years went on she was adopted by a white family in Utah . And there she learned Christmas. (I don’t know the whole Mormon thing about Christmas, but . This is where she learned it) she learned about Santa Claus. She always had Christmas spirit during this time . This was her favorite holiday. Even as adults I got gifts from “Santa Claus” .. i miss her dearly .. and I wish I wasn’t such a bastard to her . I write this post in tears because I have no one else to express how important Christmas was to my mom . And how lonely I am . Now I know why holidays are such a drag for some people . When you get older you start to appreciate people in your life . Unfortunately for me it was just too little too late .. RIP MOM !.
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KingofBones1 · 46-50, M
I understand what some of that is like because my grandfather's mother was full blooded cree nation. He never spoke about his mother growing up and only talked about his father because back in the day it was looked down upon even more.Then someone of African American descent in the South.It's funny though because nowadays everybody wants to be one of us