Our family Christmas Eves are legendary. Food of all shapes, colors and tastes. Trees decked out as glitzy as the gals are. Practical jokes, mad gossip and gag gifts aplenty. Oh, and enough rough-housing, drink swillin' and ciggie smoking to bring the house down. The tradition has always been that there is no tradition (unless you count carol singing, over-eating and general mass mayhem). Anything goes! Well, maybe it's tamed down a bit since the sixties... Though we'll miss the gaggle this year, we love knowing that even from afar, the legend continues. xo
