On Christmas Eve, we sit in front of the fire and take turns reading Christmas stories.
Put that on your Christmas wish-list.
I should like to be at home on Christmas day.
The mummers (some of the house serfs) dressed up as bears, Turks, innkeepers, and ladies--frightening and funny--bringing in with them the cold from outside and a feeling of gaiety, crowded, at first timidly, into the anteroom, then hiding behind one another they pushed into the ballroom where, shyly at first and then more and more merrily and heartily, they started singing, dancing, and playing Christmas games.
The eyes of the newcomer were the color of their Christmas tree.