The chestnuts roasting on an open fire, the sweet sweet eggnog that had not passed its well beyond date, and singing carols with a bunch of people who, surprisingly, can actually sing.

I love it. I absolutely adore it. Somehow, I always wait for this time of year, every year, ever since I was born. It doesn't matter if I get no presents, it doesn't matter if there is no snow on the ground, nor does it matter that I don't have a tree in my family room.

It's just has to be there. And I'm happy. Everyone is happy.