Thanks to the tagtion of the Poet Laura-eate, you must all sit through the following meme.
When people say ‘Christmas,’ you immediately think
“Where will we be this year? Where will all the people I care about be? How can I make as many of those places the same?”
Favourite Christmas memory
Watching my future in-laws and my parents getting roaring drunk together in a bar in Spain. When one started singing a Gracie Fields song I realised that they would all get on just fine.
Favourite Christmas song
Certainly nothing by Gracie Fields. I love them all, except … Two Front Teeth and some of the hootier operatic stuff like The Birthday of a King. I devour the rest, a daily diet, beginning on the first of December.
Favourite Christmas movie
They’re mostly awful, aren’t they? I ought to say It’s a Wonderful Life, but I’m going to confound my demographic and say any version of A Christmas Carol. From the Muppets version through George Cole to Alastair Sim, but omitting Mickey Mouse: I have my middle-class pride.
Favourite Christmas character
Anyone who makes the effort to give you a broader smile or a warmer hello. Anyone who helps someone onto a bus in the cold.
Favourite Christmas object
The present you dream of and hope for, even though it’s never the one you get.
Plans for Christmas
Hitching a ride on the bumbling fun-bus that’s fuelling my parents’ convoluted Christmas carom around the British Isles, and letting them take us to my in-laws and back.
Is Christmas your favourite holiday?
Christmas isn’t a holiday. It’s a state of mind.