My rather attractive husband apparently believes in Santa and this may be the year I stab him with a candy cane. There’s mere hours until Christmas, we have four kids plus one, and we host Christmas Eve. For umpteen years, the same Christmas carol song and dance. Plus we buy for E.V.E.R.Y.O.N.E. in whoville.  Actually, we pull names for my in-laws, but there’s six of them, and well, six of us, so