I never write for yuletide, because the holiday season is overwhelming enough as it is (3 kids, 10 niblings, etc, etc), but once the mad rush of opening gifts is through on Christmas day, I take a few hours before I start banging around in the kitchen for the big dinner and bounce randomly through the archive, looking for books I've read or shows that I love and read as many things as I can. It's just me and the dog and a fire, and it's sort of become a tradition.