Adair: ‘Froggy’ memories of Christmas past

One set of my Christmas memories comes from the early-to-mid 1950s – ancient history to most folks but very real to me. I would have been seven, eight, or nine years old, somewhere in there. Christmas night was when a passel of Mama’s kinfolks descended on our house. Eight, 10, maybe 12 adults, and at least that many kids. If they were roughly the age of my parents or grandparents, they were …