I have just read the poem The Night Before Christmas. It reminded me of the excitement these weeks leading up to Christmas brought when I was a child. It was a joyous time of year with a sense of expectation and thankfulness in the air. It's a sense that never leaves and emerges in these final weeks before we bid good bye to the year in a flurry of feasting and gifting. In reality I think it all means that we are never too old to enjoy Christmas.