CHRISTMAS is just too irresistible a time of year. Some of the happiest moments of my life always return to me when December draws near, such as the one when I played babysitter to my little cousin, Paxton. I was ten then, he was four. At one point in the afternoon when we had exhausted all the fun things we could do, and he had refused to take a nap, I ended up playing a random Christmas CD from my parents’ music collection. It was so ancient and foul with carols sung by young children who must have been taught that shouting the melody is the height of beautiful singing.