1. I don't only make it at Christmas.
2. It's Jewish in origin (it is a Stuffed Monkey. I use the recipe in Jane Grigson's 'English Food'; a similar one can be found here).
But the combination of rich cinnamon-scented pastry and a filling of ground almonds and candied peel (preferably the sort you have to cut up yourself, which is no longer available in any supermarket. I found it in my local health food shop today, and danced for joy) fits very well with the season. And if you are in a pagan mood, the golden circle could well be the returning sun. At Christmas I make it for Chris, who is not a fan of the "wall-to-wall fruit" of the traditional British Christmas Cake.
Other than the baking, today has been all about The Sock. I knitted three inches of foot today on the second sock of Chris's Christmas pair, helped greatly by the Scissor Sisters concert on Channel 4 this afternoon. It sometimes strikes me as slightly incongruous that despite never having worn a sequin in my life, I should prefer my pop camper than a row of pink marquees. Maybe it's the falsettos. I go all woozy over that male voice variously termed counter-tenor, male alto or falsetto (I looked it up on Wikipedia to see which was the correct term, and emerged even more confused than before). I'm sure you know what I mean, and I shall go on saying falsetto for pop and male alto for Chris when he uses his. And try not to get too jealous of the fact that he has a better alto than I do.
Special greetings today to Sarah (I think that "quite a while" since we spoke may be in the order of a decade, which is deeply shaming. Glad to hear from you); and Gill, who has sent me my favourite card so far.