Christmas Eve prompts one's mind to drift back into memory land.
To remember holidays good and merry and bright and some that didn't achieve that distinction.
Gifts I remember from my childhood like the Erector Set that I was convinced from shaking the wrapped box before Christmas was a box of rocks.
My big brother might have had a hand in that, too.
The year I got a magic set, embarking me on an interest in the dark arts that has lasted all my life.
I still enjoy watching a good magician on television these days.
Huge turkey dinners and a competition to see who could get to the couch (we called it a davenport) for a nap and to rest an overstuffed belly.
Some Christmases spent totally alone, far from family and friends.
Not good, those.
And so it goes.
We shall spend some time this evening at the new home of the BRD and her Beau Jack.
(Yes, they're back together.)
Remember this thought as you all celebrate Christmas this year.
If you, like SWMBO, hate puns, place the blame on Lori Down the Block, who shared this with me last night.
As for myself, I love it.
Happy Hollandaise!
