I was talking to my grandson on the phone the day after Christmas, comparing the meals we had eaten. When I told him I had pizza for Christmas dinner, he was dumbstruck. “Wait, you had pizza?!” he said. Yes, I did, and it was one of the more enjoyable Christmas dinners I have eaten, as it was accompanied by a glass of really good California champagne.
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