I thoroughly enjoyed reading about Crumb's fictional Christmas Eve celebrations where the entire village joined in, including the amicable and delightful teenagers - there were never any surly spotty ones, drinking cider and smoking behind the church hall, telling everyone to duck off - oh no, Crumb's teenagers were a cheerful lot - they thoroughly enjoyed taking part in the live nativity play (with real sheep adorned with fairylights) and then happily babysat younger siblings whilst their parents drank mulled wine and danced the night away. On Boxing Day the same happy teenagers would willingly box up the majority of their Christmas gifts for "the poor."