Dinnertime at the Icicles isn’t extraordinary, although most Christmas Eve dinners are. Bill is nowhere to be found; no surprise. Ricky shows up with a fruit basket and box of chocolates for the matriarch of the house. He’s annoyingly adorable and sweet, as usual. And yes, Willa makes everyone eat a conventional microwavable frozen dinner, refusing to throw together a Christmas ham and its specialty sides, claiming, “I’m not hired help in this household.” Bobo actually dresses in a pair of cotton shorts and a sweatshirt that reads Templeton, arching across his chest. All of his private body parts are concealed at the moment, probably for the first time in a year or more. Jake comes up from his basement, snatches a heated ham loaf and scalloped potato dinner from his sister, and vanishes ba
