bringing it all a bit down to earth, I snitched this from Pinterest in an effort to inspire myself. I adore the mythological aspect of Christmas – the why – rather than how – an aspect that never really gets addressed. Perhaps we all just assume we deserve a Santa, maybe we take it for granted that should some short men live in the north pole they’ll happily devote themselves to serving a fat man. As for said fat man – why does he want to live forever worrying about whether some kid got the latest minecraft game? The Easter Bunny makes more sense when you think about it – just a rabbit with a weakness for chocolate. It doesn’t really demand much of him.