Since this is the Holiday Season, I thought I'd share this story with you guys. In late 1993, I was 26, and preparing to take the biggest step of my life: Getting married. My bride-to-be, who was all of 18 [yep, I robbed the cradle], had a church wedding planned, but circumstances got in the way. So, we decided instead to get married at the Magistrate's office [aka "Justice Of The Peace"]. We thought that getting married on Christmas Eve would make an already special occasion even more special, and so that's what we did. After the ceremony, we were were both pretty hungry, and wanted to go out to eat; the honeymoon had to be postponed for a bit due to a situation at my job. Since it was Christmas Eve, every food joint in town was closed...except for Pizza Hut. So, that's where we went for our first supper together as man and wife...and it became a tradition for us. Ever since that day, every Christmas Eve since 1993, she and I stop in at that same Pizza Hut to eat supper. In fact, that's the only time we eat there, on Christmas Eve. Next year will be twenty years of wedded bliss for us, and I know I'll have to get her something special for that 20 year anniversary...maybe extra pepperoni?