Christmas travel has been banned in my household in recent years. This one-man campaign against the rising tide of consumerism and exhibitionism has been hard-fought; even the youngest man in the family relishes the prospects of lifting a landline and ordering for room service.
I am not exactly averse to travel: I say take me to the moon if you want, but do so in the first 51 weeks of the year. But I will not move an inch over the Christmas season. I will be home with family, not manga-mangaring around like a man of no fixed abode.