(Tried to correct the typo but my finger insisted in retyping the same one, so who am I to blow against the wind?)

Not liking purple sounds like liking a lump of coal to me, or it would if I actually did this on Christmas. But since I'm a winter solstice kind of person, you shall be magnanimously spared, since that is showing my Inner Light. Which we need at the Solstice since there isn't any outward one...