This will be my 77th Christmas. I don’t remember anything about the first few, and little about those past that. As we age (I’ve been doing a lot of that) the memory part of one’s brain seems to take a walk, and never come back. Fortunately I can still remember some great times with family and friends during the last 35 years or so, and a little musing is front and centre during these days. As always, I am never ready for the moment. My bride has gifts for all on her/our list, most already rapped and mailed, or stored for those we will be with. I. have not a…