Today is the first Christmas we’ve spent alone. Â Unless you count Christmas ’07, whenBerck got the last flight from O’Hare to Colorado Springs, getting in late at night. Â Berck has a bad cold, possibly the flu, and has been pitiful all day. Â I made myself some cheese eggs and bacon for breakfast, making lots, fully expecting Berck to steal about half of it. Â But he must really feel bad, because he only had one piece of bacon and a forkful of eggs. Â For Christmas dinner we warmed up some breakfast burritos Berck got from a New Zealender who comes by…