One time my sister and I picked up our Christmas ham from the grocery store around the corner; we were about 9 & 10 at the time. Mr. Tyner included a golden liquid in a Mason jar, and we had no idea what it was. Found out later it was some corn likker, and that Christmas Night was the only time I ever saw my Daddy get the least bit tipsy. It was vey amusing!
Christmas can be a nice time for a drink. I may have one, and maybe take the time to reflect on happy family times in the past. And present and future :-)