Well, the "Merry Christmas" bit now seems to have gradually receded into a misty haze, leaving behind only an empty wallet and a pile of empty bottles in the recycling bin, plus a general feeling of fragility.
My football team celebrated by (for a change) not getting completely fucked (in which I had, perforce, to join them, due to a 48 hour alcoholic haze).
Now let`s see what the New Year can do!