What’s your favorite Christmas memory? A snowy Christmas morning? The year your water heater burst, or the one spent in the emergency room. 

One of the rare treats I look forward to each December is “Christmas Wrapping” by The Waitresses. Not to be confused with Nat King Cole or Perry Como, or for that matter Grandmaster Flash or 50 Cent, the title is a pun on ‘wrapping’ and ‘rapping’ but has little to do with either. Or does it?

By Bob Deakin It used to be so Christmassy. But used-to-bes don’t count anymore They just lay on the floor ‘til we sweep them away Neil...