Merry Christmas!

When growing up, we celebrated Christmas Eve with my father's side of the family. We'd gather for dinner at 5 or so. The table would be loaded with ham, mashed potatoes, sweet corn, buttered rolls, green bean casserole, marshmellow salad and (unfortunately) potato sausage. Then, once the table was cleared, and the chocolate pie was served, we'd wait to hear Santa's bells followed by a knock on the door. We could never catch Santa. He was too quick. But there waiting for us would be a giant bag full of presents.

So, on this Christmas Eve, I hope Santa is good to each and every one of you.