Christmas day is really rather special. If you get up early, there exists the possibility of a blissful ride, with empty roads.
For the last four years I have enjoyed a perfect Christmas morning, with a crisp and sunny ride, everything silent. All of nature seems to have realised that something is different, and without the cars, you are cycling in a very different world.
I have the perverse idea that other people's Christmas excess should be encouraged, so maybe everyone will be at home, with hangovers and swollen bellies, that outside the small creatures that normally get crushed by cars can take over.
I have a battle every year. For more than a decade I have told all my friends and family not to buy me presents, and that they should not expect a wasteful exchange of unwanted gifts, i.e I have made it clear that my love for them does not require 'stuff'.
We all spend most of the time ashamed of how we have too much! To solicit for more is shameful. An appropriate gift, when right, needed, or timely, is an opportunity to express real affection and understanding. The Christmas thing is something else.