I had come, finally some might say, to the belief that Christmas was without meaning. That all it stood for was naught. That things, and people had lost sight of what was what. Then, midst the depths of a despair so deep it could only be mine own, I found that I was making a preemptive strike against Christmasdom, for lo, 'Bridge on the river Kwai' was on TV. Admittedly it was E4 or more4, but nonetheless my faith was restored.
I just need to find 'The great escape' and all will be well with the world.

Dennypoos......................a faith restored.