I was raised in a home where alcohol was permitted only once a year, and that was at Christmas. My mother was famous for her eggnog and no wonder—it was heavily spiked with bourbon. Because she was a dedicated Southerner, no other whiskey, or anything as alien as rum or Cognac, would do. I remember Christmas as a very special time when almost everyone in the house (except my father, who was a lifelong teetotaler) became a trifle giddy.
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