You reach a certain age when Christmas is just a thing that happens. Another day with no work and such.
Oh Charlie Brown, you're no fun! Isn't either the solace of self contemplation or the festivities among either your peers, family, or otherwise jumbled together in a premeditative union just fantastic? The feeling of taking in the year in review, bad or good, and the hopes of the next year to dawn a better day is just glorious, is it not? And don't you come to appreciate more moral values within the mind every passing December; rather than beholding material items you become more romanticized among your ideals and prefer the cherished moments within such quarters, and thus you take in more of an emotion of refinement being even more thankful than you would during the earlier months, to be thankful that you can have such solace or union? Question question charged word question?
