I have no idea what Christmas is all about, I expect it means different things to different people. For some it’s a religious festival, others a chance for a rest, give gifts, gluttonise themselves, share time with family and friends, get drunk, argue, watch TV, remember Christmas past, maybe even do nothing at all.
There’s no right or wrong to Christmas. It really should be a time to do as you please, to spend it any way that makes you feel different to the rest of the year. I’ll probably do much the same as any other non-working day. Have a few drinks, eat too much food, watch some terrible television, moan about this and that. But somehow it will be completely different because after all it will be Christmas Day, the biggest day of the year.
Between you and me, I really do like Christmas. Even though most Christmas Days have disappointed me and a few have turned in to a nightmare. I’m an old softie at heart and that time of year is magical; especially for the children as they say. I don’t really need presents, despite what my wife would tell you. But as long as I have a few drinks, some nice scoff, and a good book to read I will generally be happy.