what i love about ireland in the yuletide season

The mawkish magnificence of Kilcullen choir at midnight mass.
That moment when a few days have passed and people begin cautiously stepping out of doors only to discover the entire nation disporting in outsize sweaters, psychedelic socks and futuristic rain coats that they received as presents and by no stretch of the imagination would otherwise have purchased for themselves.
Those sentimentalists at Ireland's monopoly Stalinist broadcaster RTE showing Thelma And Louise and Das Boot on Christmas Day.
Pushkin arriving on my window and going "Mrowwwr," until I give him some Turkey.