Most of my celebrations are all packed within the last week of December:
Christmas, our wedding anniversary, my birthday and New Years. No way to change
any of them. In fact the only one I ever had control over was our anniversary,
and back in 1963 that didn’t seem like a good option. It all went magnificently,
and I have no regrets. 
To add to the bundle of festivities, six years after I was born, my
sister appeared. Yes, on the very day, December 30th. I remember the telephone
call from my father. As I look back, I don’t recall ever being jealous that I
had to share my birthday with Margot. I’m very glad of that. We’ve always had a
special bond; I love celebrating with her.
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