Tabs liked his Christmas trees full and lush…and now that I think about it, they were typically shaped like him, with a very round, robust bottom. He always insisted on being the one to pick out the tree for the house, and I think his list of criteria for acceptable trees included making sure the branches were low enough for him to hide under so that he could launch a sneak attack and swat at your ankles. ADVERTISEMENT It’s been a year and half because Tabs crossed the rainbow bridge, and I’ve held on to his stocking. I put it...