There’s something about these darkest days of the year that seems to make me want to remember, snuggle in, and put up lights. One walk through the dark streets in my area makes it clear that it's not just me, although I’m not sure where the urge to put up six-foot-tall inflatable gingerbread men and Father Christmases comes from. They’re fun, especially when they break free of their moorings, leaving a group of us chasing down a gingerbeead man and wrestling him to the ground