It's cold and snowy here in Western New York and I don't much feel like venturing out to take a picture. So in looking around my home, I decided to take a picture of a Christmas tradition that dates back to the year I was born. Every year for Christmas my dad has bought me a doll. Every year. I have every one of them from the time I was 12. And I have the first one he ever bought me. Occasionally I think of telling him not to buy them anymore, but then I think of that special place in his heart that is connected to that special place in my heart and so the tradition continues.
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