This year, said son Mol, let’s plan the Christmas menu as dad would have, as if he were still alive. “All meat??!!” shuddered Son No. 2’s wife Lilli-Ann. “How can it be complete,” wailed Wendy, “when there’s no Collins Street Bakery fruitcake this year? Dad was so ill in May I’m sure he forgot to order it or it would have arrived in November.”
