I was, for this pro-Christmas podcast, going to suggest that we enjoy Christmas because of the nostalgia involved (and I’ve just watched the 1982 Terry and June Christmas special. A million times better than Gavin and Stacey or Flight of the Conchords), because of memories of enjoyable Christmases of childhood, or that we’re trying to recapture some possibly non-existent idyll of Victoriana, or maybe just Reindeer roasting on an open fire. I thought about saying that the true meaning of modern Christmas is Santa being crucified on a Japanese department store roof, but then I Googled it, and found out that it’s just an apocryphal story. Another dream crashes to the ground.

But let’s face it, you’re tired of people banging on about the true meaning of Christmas; whether it’s the little baby Jesus, time spent with family and friends, remembering the less fortunate and so on. But just listen to Kellarissa’s The Eve of Christmas Eve, my favourite Christmas song this year, (played today, along with Jane Siberry, Holly Golightly and The Walkabouts) in all its realistic warmth, and when she sings: “I don’t care what we do each Christmas/Just as long as you’re with me”,  can anyone doubt that the true meaning of Christmas dwells in those lines?