The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.
My wife and I both love cooking - I am an advanced male - so we argue about who gets to rustle up dinner.
In the beginning I used to make one terrible play a game. Then I got so I'd make one a week and finally I'd pull a bad one about once a month. Now, I'm trying to keep it down to one a season.

