I’m dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow … . Uncle Joe was a test pilot in World War II

Plates jammed with meatloaf, collards, macaroni and cheese, steam rising in the air, the green, yellow and brown foods pushing up against each other, each flavoring the others, mingling the tastes and aromas. My friend Marvin and his wife are