December 25, 2003
The big surprise in 1968 was that Caroline's father finally returned from wherever it was that he went six Christmases ago (half her lifetime!) and settled back into the tinselly living room of her mother's shabby duplex. Knowing her daughter's love of sparkly Christmas trees, Mrs. Horvath insisted her husband diguise himself as a six-foot spruce. That way he'd be assured of seeing love in her eyes, at least until he revealed his identity. But who knew this would be the year the one bad bulb caused the rest to burn out and the tree to go up in flames?