I take my meaning of Christmas where I'm lucky enough to find it. A few days ago I was appearing in my secret identity (at this time of year anyway) at a party for kids living in women's refuges. I was being tailed by a young lad who kept asking when he was getting his present. Lots of "Soons" were finally replaced by a "Now!" He grinned then an expression of doubt flashed over his face. "Santa," he said, "Do we get to take them home?" "Of course you do," I said, "That present is yours!" That got a grin threatening to split his face in half!
Only afterwards did I realise he was used to meeting his father in a
"Reconciliation Centre" where he had wonderful toys to play with but had to leave them when he went home. I guess that grin has made my Christmas but fortunately my secret identity allows me lots of these experiences. I'm a pretty lucky guy!

Eddie