Here’s to coming home from a Christmas vacation. You leave behind excess and uproariousness that was good while it lasted but was almost becoming too much and your house is cool and silent and the local pub is just up the street and you can have a quick dinner and go home and slip into your new cotton pajamas and sink into your duvet and when you wake up it will be snowing big fluffy movie set snow and it will be the last day of the year and you can putter through it knowing that the next time you wake up it will be 2006 and the world will start again.