(A version of this column originally ran in The Times Dec. 25, 1991.) A curled-up cat, a lazy dog.A fireplace burning a hickory log.That’s Christmas for me.A Christmas card from a long-lost friend. A telephone greeting from distant kin.Squirming kids seeing Santa at the mall.Pearce Auditorium and Yonah Hall.That’s Christmas for me. Tiny white lights on Green Street places.Secret Santa lighting up anxious faces.Mayor’s Motorcade, the Love Light Tree.Good News feeding the needy.That’s Christmas for me.