Happy pagan festivities

It's going to be a very snowy Christmas here in Dublin. At last, it actually looks like all those Christmas cards and carols from my childhood ... Snow flakes on noses and whiskers on kittens! It was always slightly existentially confusing to be surrounded by imaginary snow, eating roast turkey and hot pudding when it was 35 degrees in blazing sun outside. Call me sentimental but there's something lovely about an open fire in the pub, old friends talking shite, cold cheeks, hot whiskies, and 'Driving Home for Christmas' everywhere in the ether. Happy Holidays.