My seriouser thoughts about Christmas are up at Pyromaniacs. Less weightily:
Christmas is a big deal around the Phillips house. I won't inflict too many pix on you... but here are a few.
First, I don't cook many things, but I do take pride in what I cook. One such is my annual Christmas eve pizza. Here is an aerial view of the pizza, before baking:
Here is a view of its sub-creator, with the pizza at an angle. You'll note that my cooking usually lays waste to the kitchen; my wife's a very good sport about that.
The pizza is actually a bit lop-sided, and that for a reason.
There are those in the assemblage who do not appropriately embrace God's good gift of olives and mushrooms. Hence, one-half of the pizza is made with, one-half without. Kind of like how Charismatics see the church.
And here is the finished product.
My, it was tasty. Valerie makes the crust, I do the rest. Green peppers, red peppers, mozzarella, Colby-Jack (the cheese is in three layers), mushrooms, olives, ham, chicken, pepperoni, salami, ground beef, ground sausage, powdered garlic.
As to Christmas day, much fun was had, far too much food was eaten, and I got the 'way totally cool Ultimate Collector's Edition of Forbidden Planet.
Hagrid found the proceedings... soothing.