Spinning and cavorting maniacally around the room with Hunter in my arms as we danced to The Clancy Brothers' "Christmas in Carrick" -- and having Hunter beg for three encores before I got too dizzy to continue, so we collapsed into an armchair, Hunter snuggled in my lap and looking through some magazines and eating soft bits of warm acorn squash that he delicately extracted from my hand as we listened to the rest of the album.