bHow come the only thing my family tree ever grows is nutsbrb p Wade Rouse attempts to answer that question in his blisteringly funny new memoir by looking at the yearly celebrations that unite us all and bring out the very best and worst in our nearest and dearest.br Family is truly the only gift that keeps on giving--namely, the gifts of dysfunction and eccentricity--brand Wade Rouse's family has been especially charitable His chatty yet loving mother dresses her sonbras a Ubangi tribesman, in blackface, for Halloween in the rural Ozarks his unconventional engineer ofbra father buries his children's Easter eggs his marvelouslybrMartha Stewart-esque partner believes Barbie is his baby his garage-sale obsessed set of in-laws arebrconvinced they can earn more than Warren Buffett by selling their broken lamps and Nehru jackets hisbrmutt Marge speaks her own language and his oddball collection of relatives includes a tipsy Santa Clausbrwith an affinity for showing off his jingle balls. In