My mother loved to send little cards and packages around all of the holidays, some holier than others: There was candy corn at Halloween, a set of cookie cutters at Christmas. There were red hots and (if I was lucky) heart-shaped cupcakes at Valentines day and decorative cheese spreaders for every other major or minor holiday. These boxes started to arrive when I was in college and never stopped, no matter how far into adulthood I was.
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