But, that acknowledged, I believe that my parents’ generation had a pretty good idea of how to have a good time. Much about the season remains the same as it was when my brother and sister and I were growing up. This all followed weeks of our tearing through the toy section of that year’s Sears Wish Book, circling what we wanted Santa to bring and squabbling over who got what. I watched the procedure then ran off to get into some kind of my own trouble. We just don’t know how to party like that anymore, but I really wish we did.
