Christmas Day with my Grandparents.

Grandma: Look at what my husband got me for Christmas. Two pewter roosters that look like they are fighting.

Grandpa: After 50 Christmas' together you have to get creative.

Grandma: I love them. They remind me of the first picture I bought on our first trip to France. (She pulls this picture off the wall of a red rooster in a red frame.) Remember what you got me for our first Christmas? It was this tiny cashmere yellow sweater. It was obscene. I dyed it black, but even then I couldn't wear it. He bought it off a woman's back, you know.

Grandpa: Back then I was working on Michigan Avenue and they had this great little clothing store where men would go in after work, drink, smoke cigars, and the waitresses were wearing the clothes you could buy. It looked good on her, so I figured it would look good on you. And it did.

Grandma: Yeah, she was wearing the sweater and her underwear that was it. I could never wear that thing in public.

Grandpa: Who said you had to?

Merry Christmas.