And then I sit down to read Dickens' A Christmas Carol, and lo and behold, he said what I meant both more clearly and more beautifully in a hundred words than I said in a thousand. I guess that's why he's one of the greatest novelists of all time...and I'm me. :)
With no further ado, courtesy of Mr. Scrooge's nephew:
I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round--apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that--as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.