Wally,
Morbid, I know, but I too have a 'Christmas' story. A long while back I was tasked to go interstate in a Baron to Canberra on Christmas Eve to pick up a young recently married Customs officer who had been involved in a fatal accident. Seems he had not long moved into a new house on the outskirts, and riding home on his scooter had come off where the gravel road started and cracked his temple on a rock. Was met at the airport by the hearse early on Christmas morning, we squeezed the coffin in and got away. Home by lunchtime, my girlfriend couldn't understand why we did it, but the parents who picked up the coffin had the saddest Christmas ever, and I still think of it at this time. Take care out there, - in the sky, and on the road..
frigate