About thirty years ago this month, a group of Central Michigan students with limited funds, but extremely creative minds, gathered to celebrate on a cold, Saturday evening in Merrill Hall when all had finals coming up the following week. I honestly have no idea on the finals reference but that my friends is the history of Christmas. No shepherds, wise men or stars in the distance; just friends passing such precious mementos as Swisher Sweets cigars, pints of booze and homemade song mix cassette tapes. That tradition carried on last night at the Ochs' residence on a mild (loving this weather) December evening. No donkey stories to report (unless I was said donkey). Good eats and good company.
Trail Head
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| party host making speech |
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| Doke's garage/man cave |
