“After dinner, everyone would squeeze into the living room, and my mom and I would play the piano and everyone would sing. And then my father and uncles would start to dance, usually the hora or tarantella (we are a family of diversity). Then the children and the rest of the adults would join in. After that, whoever was up for it would take a walk in the neighborhood to burn off the ‘turkey fuzzies.’ When we came back, my uncle had a fire in the fireplace and my aunt had warm cider ready. We would hunker down and tell ghost stories, or the older children would read to the younger ones.”