Thanks, JTT. I told a friend of mine about 'the Women's Christmas', and maybe we can start a new trend here.

Something rang a bell for me when you described the 'Men's Christmas' as Christmas Eve, when the men go with their pals for a few beers. I instantly had that terrible feeling of Christmas Eve, the one time of the year my dad would get drunk with his fellow railroad workers when they had their Christmas party. My mom would be crying when he came home, I would hide in my bed with a pillow over my head, feeling scared and ashamed for him. And Christmas would be ruined. Yuk. That's part of my Christmas memories, and why I don't like drinking. I'm sure I'm not the only little kid who had a love/hate feeling for Christmas Eve.