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The sweet citrus smell of fresh oranges permeates the air of Christmas memories. Although I grew up in a family that couldn't afford many luxuries, we always managed to purchase a case of oranges every December. (It was a luxury to us!) My mom would either slice or peel the oranges for easy eating and my two brothers, and I feasted on as many oranges as our stomachs could hold. It's still a tradition to have fresh oranges to eat at Christmas time.
As I got older, one of my favorite stories to read was Christmas Oranges by Linda Bethers.
It's the beautiful story of friendship and generosity. It's a story that I enjoy every year at Christmas time.
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