Git Yom Tov to you too, Escort Biz. Thanks.
I remember searching for the Afikomen, too. Good memories.
And, Waiting for Elijah. My parents would wait until the kids were out of the room and empty the plate and the wine cup...so we would think he had come. That and leaving the door open for him....and the ceremonial blood..although I know it wasn't really blood on the door of the house. Don't ask.
All that food. All that wine. Drunk at the age of thirteen. Gotta love it.