The true spirit of Christmas

I asked my husband to pop into the bakery section of Acme and bring home fresh rolls for our Christmas Eve open house tonight, braving the avalance of tense, last-minute shoppers picking up eggnog and orange juice.

Dale went without complaining. Not even once.

So when he came home with three bags of rolls -- one the wrong kind, one so charred I'm amazed they offered them for sale, and one just right -- I knew exactly what to say.

"Thanks, honey! Those look delicious!"