My name is Nicky and last December, 2015, my partner Omar and his children, Kristin and Eli, spent Christmas and New Year with me in Philadelphia. We had a Charlie Brown tree, opened presents, told dumb jokes, listened to records, defrosted Mom’s chicken relleno and made champorrado from scratch. We skipped the Mummers Parade and went ice skating, built a Millennium Falcon out of Legos, explored museums, cooked sinigang from scratch with local bokchoy and labanos, made cassava cake for the first time (the first of many cassava cakes since!), baked and decorated ninjabread cookies (that’s when Elvis Breadly was born!), and discovered that the caganer came to visit (totally not the dog). When New Year’s came, we put bowls of round fruit out and coins in our pocket, turned all the lights on, and jumped when the clock struck midnight. It was our first holiday together in Philadelphia and we kept Elvis Breadly on my fireplace mantle as a memento until we heard about the My Philadelphia Story project.