My best Christmas memory was when I was 12 years old. My father had to work that season on a farm in Valle dela Pascua Edo. Guárico Venezuela, and asked his boss for permission to take his family during that season. The boss told him that yes, not only that, but he invited us to share Christmas day with his family, they did grill, we rode horses, we played with the pigs, we bathed in the lagoon, we had a spectacular day . I still remember it as if it were yesterday.
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