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My brother-in-law (the Grinch of the family)shared the Christmas holiday with us (my sister dragged him kicking and screaming). Everyone that arrived carried a bottle of Irish Cream, his favorite liquor. He had a great time, felt no pain, was mellow and didn't want to leave. He will be suffering the mother of all hangovers today but we skated by another Christmas with him in attendance.

There was way too much food so it was parceled out among us all. Somehow I wound up with a lot of sweets so will just have to continue with the credo that calories don't count on holidays. Since this is holiday food, I'll assume that as my motto.