Christmas is a good time for telling stories. As our families get together, old tales are unwrapped and embellished. New ones are added to the family folklore. It's the same with friends too. In our own version of One Day, we meet with old uni friends every Christmas and revisit our student days as if the last twenty years had never happened.
I take notes. The prodigal son who uses the wrong knife. The lock of hair kept in a school hymn book. So many tales to be told.