I had just returned from the local toxic waste site earlier last week where I had disposed of my holiday fruitcakes and was busy cramming my Christmas tree down the garbage disposal (don’t ask), when I heard a knock at the door. I figured it was the Environmental Protection Agency coming to talk to me about polluting the toxic waste site with fruitcakes. Imagine my surprise to see a little guy in a diaper and a sash across his tummy with “2015” emblazoned on it.