Nothing is really a typical event during Christmas, as Christmas only comes once a year and many things change in a year. We usually met close relatives in the late afternoon on Christmas day to have a cocktail hour before we had dinner together. In 1979, there was a dark shadow in the back of our minds, as we had learned that Aunt Dot had been diagnosed with lung cancer before we drove up to Boston. While we had our drinks together and took these pictures below, we were thinking that this kind of occasion would be very limited in the near future. That was indeed the situation, as Aunt Dot passed away in 1980. The pictures I took were the last ones in my possesion when she was alive. Of course, we did not know what would happen and when exactly and how any event would turn out. We were living always in the present!