*Mama, Iola, and Vint are reflecting on a past Christmas*
Mama: It was a magical night. The eggnog flowed like water.
Vint: Yeah. That's probably why Daddy fell when he was trying to put the star on top.
Naomi: Was he hurt?
Mama: No. No. Luckily, Mrs. Boylen broke his fall. I tell ya what, we laughed till we cried.
Iola: As I recall, you did the laughing; Mother did the crying.
Vint: Then all us kids started crying when the fire broke out.
Naomi: What fire?!
Mama: Well, see Eunice wanted an old fashion Christmas tree, you know with the real candles. Her little heart was in the right place.
Iola: Unfortunately, her little candles weren't. Tree went up like the "Towering Inferno."
Mama: Oh, it only looked that way to you cause you were a kid. I grabbed that bowl of eggnog; I put that sucker out in two seconds flat.
Vint: Yeah. It ruined all out Christmas presents. Imagine waking up to warped Lincoln logs that smelled like Jack Daniels.