As I get older, the Christmas holiday becomes a nostalgic time. And that’s not a bad thing. I remember when I couldn’t wait to see what Santa left me under the tree. For the most part, I usually only remember the good times. Fortunately, there weren’t that many bad ones. The other day, my wife and I discussed some of the gifts we had received when we were younger. Remembering the great ones is easy, but I need help with the worst gift. I would have loathed one present my wife used to get that she liked…