I love Christmas. Always have, hopefully always will.
It's not only a time of charity and family (ideals in themselves), but also a time for recuperation and reflection.
Christmas has a special power, I think. Not even the billions of pounds of tacky commercialisation can ruin it. In fact, commerce can sometimes add something to Christmas. I love getting the Boots Christmas catalogue, for instance. And I do enjoy all the decorations in shop windows.
I also love Christmas music and Christmas films ("It's A Beautiful Life", "A Christmas Carol", "Miracle on 34th Street", "The Snowman", "Home Alone 2"). This year, I'm also looking forward to a brand new "Wallace and Gromit" short on TV. And all the great food! Man, I can't get enough mince pies or snowballs down me! Does everyone know what a snowball is? It's a mild alcoholic beverage, very sweet and creamy. << Try not to read any shemale metaphors into that last one.
But there *is* even something a little, I dunno,
sexy about Christmas.
Yep, I'm goofy and hopelessly romantic.