Conversation tips for the happy holiday dinner table

You've spent weeks, days, and hours planning a perfect holiday celebration only to have the day go south at the dinner table. The turkey may be perfectly browned and the ham perfectly glazed but if the conversation is a bust it just won't matter.

I have put together 5 things you should never ask someone at the holiday dinner table in order to keep peace on earth and the day merry and bright.

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