The truth about Christmas

Confessions of a festive fanatic.

This is the only bauble on my tree that has an actual name. Claudia, since you ask.

It’s almost been like Stockholm syndrome of some kind, perhaps, my fondness for Christmas. I say “fondness” in total denial of what was, for a long time, a well-meaning fanaticism that could, to the casual observer, seem like it couldn't possibly be real. No way could som…