We do the Twelve Days of Christmas in the Coffee House: a combination of Christianity and love of fairylights. I'm amazed that Christmas seems to have stopped for so many people. I'm amazed that all twelve of the stories in the Christmas Tales book, bought for the Lattes by my father, end along the lines of "and then they hung their stockings up and went to bed".
We're not finished yet! Look at these candles - why would we want to put them out? Look at the Littlest Latte, happily stickering in her Christmas book!
WOULD THE WORLD DENY A CHILD THE RIGHT TO DO HER CHRISTMAS STICKERING?
Christmas is a wonderful bubble. Mr Coffee has time off work, and we all bobble about the house aimlessly. There is time, lots of time, to do the things we don't get time to do during the school term: get out the Eldest Latte's paper-weaving set (at last, a use for those magazines), bake a more leisurely cake, watch a film.
And it is properly cold. So it makes much more sense to be making snowmen pictures now that the ducks on the canal are skating, and the garden is full of frost. Sitting down to do half an hour's activity in the middle of the day after Christmas is far more fun than spending Advent flinging tissue paper around at two cranky children in the thin sliver of time between school pick-up and the daily argument about whether or not they like their dinner.
Also, if it is still Christmas, we can still drink sherry without guilt. Everyone wins.