The last few weeks, I've been having a flashback to a Christmas in the late 1950s. I remember a LONG car trip with my mom because some distant relatives were selling Christmas trees. On the way back she taught me the Latin words to "O Come All Ye Faithful". The tree she got was a scrawny, asymmetrical thing and dad had to cut branches off of one side, drill holes in the other and insert the cut branches. The things you remember....