Our Griswold Family Christmas Tree

One man's quest for the biggest tree in Fayette County circa 1987

Merry Christmas to you, dear reader.

I hope you are waking from your long winter’s nap, ready to celebrate Christmas in ways that only your family can. Maybe your turkey is in the oven. Or the prime rib. Or maybe you follow the now established tradition of going out for Chinese. I did that once in NYC and will always remember it with a smile. Whatever your traditions, I hope you are doing them with the buttress of a good night’s sleep.

Myself, I was up most of the night and I blame The Seven Fishes. My husband and I attended a gorgeously traditional seafood extravaganza run by old school Italians who know how to do it right. Deep fried shrimp and calamari. Crab cakes and lobster risotto. Pan fried perch in white wine and lemon. And baccala, the infamous fish that needs to be soaked for three days before anyone wants to eat it. Except someone dropped the baccala. So, it was really The Six Fishes.

I ate all the fishes. And then I couldn’t get to sleep. So, I finally gave up and decided to…