We dig out some yams from the pantry, throw 'em into the fire, and cut up a few veggies we have to assume people ate back then too. There's a nip in the air but a warmth in our bellies. We snuggle up around the fire, too stuffed to move, too content to want to. Darn tootin' right it is. OK, so I'm making up the tales, but it doesn't matter.
TV does the same thing.
It's not even bedtime yet, but the children are done for. It has been a long, adventurous day, the first day of the 21st century. Like a day in their own lives. My young'uns climb into bed and give me a mighty hug, the glow of the fire still on their faces. Y'know, Daddy, this was a lot of fun, living in the good old days.