I love traditions. Kneeling alongside the Christmas tree on the morning of the 25th is sacred to me. Stockings, omelets, fudge, walking the beach. Fancy outfits, presents, apricot pastry roll. Kahlua and cream and pumpkin cheesecake. There are good reasons for heading home. But this year is different. This year I hosted my own gathering in my own house. Setting down new traditions. I made four types of enchiladas, we got stoned, we got drunk, we exchanged gifts and flirted and had a delightful time. I can't say that it felt like Christmas, but I also can't say that it felt anything less than spectacular.