Sigh, what to say to brighten your spirits? Well, my dear friend, you embody the spirit of St Nicholas. As you can imagine, Xmas ain't my and my peeps thang. Yet, if we take the religious bullshit and separation out of it, which is who you are, let's make every day Xmas. Memories...hmmm ...when we were really young, like when I was 4 or 5, these Jews used to have a tree and decorate it and leave cookies for Santa, until my mom had the rare foot down with my dad. I remember he would buy root intact trees and we planted them afterward. What else, well when we weren't vacationing with the other alleged killers of Yeshua, lots of excellent movies and Chinese food in NYC. That's how we roll. And then there were the two Xmas days I drove alone in my Alfa Romeo Spider Veloce from Manhattan to Palm Beach. I was much better prepared the second year from the experience of not a fucking morsel of food being available past the Mason Dixon line.