Merry Christmas PoemStone. Good Luck with all that family. My ex-wives keep the kids and I have my dogs. I drink scotch and lie on the floor reading them 'A Christmas Story'. Then we all go outside for a good cigar and watch Santa and his reindeer pass overhead. At least my dogs tell me it's Santa overhead. (I think they change the white bulb to red and flip the switch on and off so they can fool me -- I will keep my head this year to find out if that is the case)

Anyway, Merry Christmas to All.