WAY too many bad memories. Way too many years when I worked on that day.
One of my few good memories of Christmas happened in Berlin. Our workspace was on top of a mountain. We had a LOT of electronics that had to be kept cool, so we didn't have a furnace - and as a result the whole building was extremely cold.
I'm walking into work Christmas Eve at 11:15 pm and my battalion commander, Lt. Colonel John Burns, was standing there greeting us before we went up to the workspace. I was well known for some interesting writings that I had done, so the colonel's greeting to me was "Sergeant, make sure you're good this evening. Remember, bad boys get coal in their stockings." I looked at him and said, "Sir, don't let that get around. As cold as it is in here, coal sounds like a pretty good present." He enjoyed that. Great guy.