Spending an evening locked yourself away in a darkened room, with William Fitzsimmons (he is really good!) playing in the background, as the wind whips around outside is quite magical. Especially when your only source of light is a string (or 8) of fairy lights.
No, I don’t give up on the fairy-light front. Sometimes we all need to see the tiny glimmers of light in an otherwise totally dark night, to remind us of the simple good things.