I'm sure some stand out for all of us. From the time I was about twelve till I was about seventeen, Christmas Eve was at our house. Both sides of the family, all my friends, my brother's friends, cousins brought their friends, and it was a ball! A lot of booze, a lot of underage sneaking into the kitchen for a belt out of the bottle. A lot of laughs and a lot of battles. One time, when I was about fifteen and I had disappeared in the middle of one Eve party, they found me lying on my bedroom floor, mostly conscious and quite content, but oblivious to the fact that I had not a stitch on. Ah, the good old days. How 'bout yous guys?