Just as I drive around the corner and pull up beside the
driveway, Snoopy's Christmas begins to play on the radio. I
pull out from the kerb and begin to circle the block. Dammit,
I love Christmas time. I revel in the decorated streetscape;
the sparkling lights and tinsel, shop-front elves and
angel-adorned lampposts. I look forward to our annual family
photograph with Father Christmas, but not quite as much as I
delight in those edible chocolate Santas wrapped in foil.