Christmas is the merriest season of the year.

The author reminisces about past events has his memory is pricked by such things as reunions and questions posed on Facebook by friends from the distant past. But more than that, he is more amazed by the ability to remember than the memories themselves.

The prospect of attending a homecoming dance/dinner or class reunions always leaves me in a quandary. There’s a certain part of me that vaguely yearns to go and reconnect with old friends, yet there’s also a part that pulls back and dreads it