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	<title>Comments on: Christmas and Shame</title>
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		<title>By: FabulouslyBroke.com</title>
		<link>http://www.fabulouslybroke.com/2009/11/christmas-and-shame/comment-page-1/#comment-66581</link>
		<dc:creator>FabulouslyBroke.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 21:32:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Perhaps you\&#039;re in my Spam... </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Perhaps you\&#8217;re in my Spam&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Jaime</title>
		<link>http://www.fabulouslybroke.com/2009/11/christmas-and-shame/comment-page-1/#comment-66541</link>
		<dc:creator>Jaime</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 18:24:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>oh I see, hmm not sure why my emails are bouncing lately, I don&#039;t think you&#039;re the only one who&#039;s not getting them.  </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>oh I see, hmm not sure why my emails are bouncing lately, I don&#039;t think you&#039;re the only one who&#039;s not getting them.</p>
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		<title>By: FabulouslyBroke.com</title>
		<link>http://www.fabulouslybroke.com/2009/11/christmas-and-shame/comment-page-1/#comment-66494</link>
		<dc:creator>FabulouslyBroke.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 11:28:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We don\&#039;t know them very well, but they were the only/first \&quot;friends\&quot; we\&#039;ve ever made in that town. We moved shortly after.... 
 
(And no I didn\&#039;t get your email) :) </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We don\&#8217;t know them very well, but they were the only/first \&#8221;friends\&#8221; we\&#8217;ve ever made in that town. We moved shortly after&#8230;. </p>
<p>(And no I didn\&#8217;t get your email) <img src='http://www.fabulouslybroke.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Jaime</title>
		<link>http://www.fabulouslybroke.com/2009/11/christmas-and-shame/comment-page-1/#comment-66427</link>
		<dc:creator>Jaime</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 02:54:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well I emailed you about this but I don&#039;t know if you got my email or not, I asked why your parents chose to go to that party? I&#039;m not trying to rail on your parents or anything, did they know these people very well?  
 
It seems the parents of that girl were insensitive, being a good host isn&#039;t about you and your family, its about everyone in the party whom they invited to their home, I think a good host would want to make everyone feel comfortable and not have it all be about them and their daughter. 
 
Stuff like that sickens me, I used to know some people like this too, their parents would shower the girl with attention, talk about the girl constantly. I quit hanging out with that girl eventually. It was always about her and what her parents did for her. She was so narcissistic.  
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well I emailed you about this but I don&#039;t know if you got my email or not, I asked why your parents chose to go to that party? I&#039;m not trying to rail on your parents or anything, did they know these people very well?  </p>
<p>It seems the parents of that girl were insensitive, being a good host isn&#039;t about you and your family, its about everyone in the party whom they invited to their home, I think a good host would want to make everyone feel comfortable and not have it all be about them and their daughter. </p>
<p>Stuff like that sickens me, I used to know some people like this too, their parents would shower the girl with attention, talk about the girl constantly. I quit hanging out with that girl eventually. It was always about her and what her parents did for her. She was so narcissistic.</p>
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		<title>By: FabulouslyBroke.com</title>
		<link>http://www.fabulouslybroke.com/2009/11/christmas-and-shame/comment-page-1/#comment-66136</link>
		<dc:creator>FabulouslyBroke.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2010 13:12:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My presents stopped when I was 10. All presents, so I\&#039;ve never grown up with a culture or the tradition of gift giving. 
 
I think kids don\&#039;t understand that gifts are not everything if you don\&#039;t explain, but we just accepted it because we figured there was no more money left for frivolous things after house &amp; home. 
 
As an adult I\&#039;ve really changed in all different ways. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My presents stopped when I was 10. All presents, so I\&#8217;ve never grown up with a culture or the tradition of gift giving. </p>
<p>I think kids don\&#8217;t understand that gifts are not everything if you don\&#8217;t explain, but we just accepted it because we figured there was no more money left for frivolous things after house &amp; home. </p>
<p>As an adult I\&#8217;ve really changed in all different ways.</p>
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		<title>By: Jaime</title>
		<link>http://www.fabulouslybroke.com/2009/11/christmas-and-shame/comment-page-1/#comment-66026</link>
		<dc:creator>Jaime</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Nov 2010 19:33:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We don&#039;t do xmas presents either now that I&#039;m grown up and its not because we&#039;re religious, lol. We just keep our xmas simple and it sucks that you went through that as a child, our family went through our own poverty period, it seems almost every family does. We too went through xmas that were presentless when I was a small kid but once my parents were able to get out of their poor period, we got presents and it was fun, but once you&#039;re an adult its less fun you know you can buy stuff on your own, so it become all about your family and friends when you&#039;re an adult.  </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We don&#039;t do xmas presents either now that I&#039;m grown up and its not because we&#039;re religious, lol. We just keep our xmas simple and it sucks that you went through that as a child, our family went through our own poverty period, it seems almost every family does. We too went through xmas that were presentless when I was a small kid but once my parents were able to get out of their poor period, we got presents and it was fun, but once you&#039;re an adult its less fun you know you can buy stuff on your own, so it become all about your family and friends when you&#039;re an adult.</p>
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		<title>By: La BellaDonna</title>
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		<dc:creator>La BellaDonna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 19:30:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My family - the adult children now, my folks died when they were still pretty young, and so were we - often has very little money, particularly at holiday times.  We just accept that that&#039;s the way it is; sometimes people give presents, sometimes they only receive presents.  I try to be really careful; if I had buckets of money, I&#039;d buy all the things I see that I would love my siblings to have, and they really don&#039;t have the room for them!  If I see things during the year that they would like, they&#039;ll find their way into the mail.  I had a husband who made Christmas as miserable a time as possible every year - but STILL wanted presents.  Ugh.  I&#039;ll spend the season recovering from this season&#039;s virus - that&#039;s what I REALLY want for Christmas. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My family &#8211; the adult children now, my folks died when they were still pretty young, and so were we &#8211; often has very little money, particularly at holiday times.  We just accept that that&#039;s the way it is; sometimes people give presents, sometimes they only receive presents.  I try to be really careful; if I had buckets of money, I&#039;d buy all the things I see that I would love my siblings to have, and they really don&#039;t have the room for them!  If I see things during the year that they would like, they&#039;ll find their way into the mail.  I had a husband who made Christmas as miserable a time as possible every year &#8211; but STILL wanted presents.  Ugh.  I&#039;ll spend the season recovering from this season&#039;s virus &#8211; that&#039;s what I REALLY want for Christmas.</p>
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		<title>By: FB @ FabulouslyBroke.com</title>
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		<dc:creator>FB @ FabulouslyBroke.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 13:05:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow. That was pretty harsh...

I feel joy in the season, but not from gift giving or receiving. Just from other people being happy.

But I can see how that affected your childhood. I wasn&#039;t beaten, but my parents understood that I was an outcast in that particular party... and every time I look at that photo I remember that.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow. That was pretty harsh&#8230;</p>
<p>I feel joy in the season, but not from gift giving or receiving. Just from other people being happy.</p>
<p>But I can see how that affected your childhood. I wasn&#8217;t beaten, but my parents understood that I was an outcast in that particular party&#8230; and every time I look at that photo I remember that.</p>
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		<title>By: Katie</title>
		<link>http://www.fabulouslybroke.com/2009/11/christmas-and-shame/comment-page-1/#comment-29818</link>
		<dc:creator>Katie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 02:35:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your story made me remember my first Christmas in Canada.  I was 8 years old.  We did not have a tree or presents that year.  That Christmas was spent with my father&#039;s brothers family.  They had a big tree and lots of decorations and lights.  The children (they had 3 my age) were excited, the adults told us that Santa had come.  We sat down and my uncle started to hand out the gifts.  Everyone keep getting more and more gifts, dolls, bikes, etc. I just waited for my turn.  Finally, I was given a small package, it was soft to the touch, I imagined a doll, or soft bear, but out come a white nylon sweater, and the adults made me put it on.  It was itch and I did not like it.  I went over and asked if I could play with one of my cousin&#039;s dolls (she had lots) and was told not to touch them.  I started to cry, and just for that I got spanked and put to bed for being bad.  I remember lying in bed all alone while everyone was having a good time.  From that day on, I never asked for anything, and feel no joy in the season.      Katie </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your story made me remember my first Christmas in Canada.  I was 8 years old.  We did not have a tree or presents that year.  That Christmas was spent with my father&#039;s brothers family.  They had a big tree and lots of decorations and lights.  The children (they had 3 my age) were excited, the adults told us that Santa had come.  We sat down and my uncle started to hand out the gifts.  Everyone keep getting more and more gifts, dolls, bikes, etc. I just waited for my turn.  Finally, I was given a small package, it was soft to the touch, I imagined a doll, or soft bear, but out come a white nylon sweater, and the adults made me put it on.  It was itch and I did not like it.  I went over and asked if I could play with one of my cousin&#039;s dolls (she had lots) and was told not to touch them.  I started to cry, and just for that I got spanked and put to bed for being bad.  I remember lying in bed all alone while everyone was having a good time.  From that day on, I never asked for anything, and feel no joy in the season.      Katie</p>
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		<title>By: FABULOUSLYBROKE</title>
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		<dc:creator>FABULOUSLYBROKE</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 12:08:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think if we didn&#039;t even celebrate Christmas it wouldn&#039;t have been as big of an issue as it was.  
  
Which is definitely the case now, so I agree with you, Michelle.  </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think if we didn&#039;t even celebrate Christmas it wouldn&#039;t have been as big of an issue as it was.  </p>
<p>Which is definitely the case now, so I agree with you, Michelle.</p>
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