My brothers and I reminisce around the kids about Christmases past. Such as the one where we each only got a stick as a present, but we were able to play with them until nearly New Years, when we had to burn them for warmth. Or the Christmas when the fire froze because of the cold and we had to thaw it out to get warm.

As the kids say, "Dad and his brothers might be strange, but they're never dull."