There's not a whole lot to say about this short story, but I'll give it a whirl. Taking place sometime before The Dog Who Knew Too Much (the duo's adventures involving a wilderness camp), this is the story of Bernie trying to throw a Christmas party for his friends and, more importantly, his son, Charlie. Naturally, because it's a Chet and Bernie story, crime ensues, and Bernie's able to set things right (and take care of another problem at the same time). Sure, given that most of Bernie's social circle are either cops or perps that he and Chet have busted, there should be a lot more crime in Bernie's life.
Suzie, and we, get to meet Bernie's mother, Minerva. Something Bernie's not too excited about (well, I don't think he cares about us meeting her, Suzie, on the other hand . . . ). She was amusing, but I think Minerva could become too much very quickly. If she returns in a novel, I hope her appearance has about the same number of words.
I trust it's because of the size of this story, but wow, this was a shallow and rushed thing. Still, it's a pleasant read, fun to see Chet's reaction to a Christmas tree and what not. There are a couple of lines from this story that belong in Quinn's Top 20 All Time lines (a contested field, I realize), so I'm glad I read it, but I was left wanting a bit more.