It’s December, which means it’s officially OK to talk about Christmas.
Let’s be honest, after the age of about 21, Christmas is all about food. By then, we’ve worked out that if we want something, we can buy it for ourselves, thus relegating presents to being things we a) can’t afford to buy for ourselves or b) boring staples we trust our other halves/parents/siblings to buy, such as our favourite perfume (yawn).
Nope, by the time we’re fully fledged adults, Christmas is all about FOOD. And time off. And alcohol. And to a significant extent, cheese.