It just so happened that all of the Fredricksons were in town for Xmas this year. My brother and his two girls and their boyfriends, my sister and her two girls and their children and men, and my son Chris and me. As usual in the Fredrickson hierarchy, when dinner comes, someone is relegated to the penalty box – and that someone is usually me. I’m in the back on the TV tray fending for myself. Oh well, it’s rough being a Fredrickson – during the holidays.