@KittyReader it depends...
Christmas back before the war was fun. When I got married it was eventful, and throwing a child into the equation equalled chaos, but it was enjoyable all the same. But I was a soldier, and while we were fighting there was no time for frivolities, and once all that was over, and I had no family and no home, and all that guilt, it seemed unnecessary. Everybody asked me why I didn't like Christmas and it wasn't exactly that I disliked it, I just didn't value it like before. I had no one to spend it with. So I immersed my life into fighting evil, and very rarely did that mean I got the 25th of December off. But now... well, now I have people to share it with, people I care for, friends and new family. And in a way, it's become a new time I can show them what they mean to me. I'm still a bit of a Scrooge, but not so much as before.
Sentimentality over.
PS If anyone's interested I would really like a magnifying glass this year
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