I have my very own family tradition which I don’t believe anyone else in my extended family has. It comes from my childhood in the projects of Utica, NY…of all places. Times were tough then. I realize it may seem strange for a single unmarried and confirmed bachelor to write about a family tradition, but I really do have one that I repeat every year without fail, one I hope to pass on to my children some day. So it seems some of my family traditions passed from my parents will be dormant, because I’m at a very weird stage where I promised I wouldn’t start a family until I found a sane, symmetrical person I can trust, or at least one that won’t shank me for the slightest transgression. Family traditions like putting up the Christmas tree on my birthday, December 1st, or signing on artwork of Santa’s belly....