I used to be all about the holidays, I wonder if it was because a) so many of my ordinary days were a nightmare and it was only the days with an agenda that were a highlight b) I was so commercial and had sold half my soul to all the marketing and media bullsh*t c) I never wanted to grow up, turn bitter and had not made up my mind about a lot of things or d) maybe a mix of all of the above with a drop childhood naïveté?