GKC takes time out to play a Christmas Meme

Ah, a Christmas Game! Before I plod into this amusing collection of interrogatives, I must say something about my own view of Christmas.

It may be only because I am silly, but I rather think that, relatively to the rest of the year, I enjoy Christmas more than I did when I was a child. Of course, children do enjoy Christmas - they enjoy almost everything except actually being smacked: from which truth the custom no doubt arose.
[ILN Dec 27 1913 CW29:605]

1. Egg nog or hot chocolate?

Egg nog; anything rather than that other, for:

"Cocoa is a cad and coward"
[The Flying Inn also CW10:475]

2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?
Wrapped.

I never doubted that the human beings inside the houses were themselves almost miraculous; like magic and talismanic dolls, in whatever ugly dolls'-houses. For me, those brown brick boxes were really Christmas boxes. For, after all, Christmas boxes often came tied up in brown paper... [Autobiography CW16:135]

3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?

Coloured.

It was not a question of [the Puritan] preferring light to darkness; it was a question of preferring a colourless light to coloured light.
[Chaucer CW18:352]

Well, the view of that illuminated garden from that unfinished bridge was the right view of it. It was as unique as the fourth dimension. It was a sort of fairy foreshortening; it was like looking down at heaven and seeing all the stars growing on trees...
["The Mirror of the Magistrate" in The Secret of Father Brown]

The art of coloured glass can truly be called the most typically Christian of all arts or artifices. The art of coloured lights is as essentially Confucian as the art of coloured windows is Christian. Esthetically, they produce somewhat the same impression on the fancy; the impression of something glowing and magical; something at once mysterious and transparent. But the difference between their substance and structure is the whole difference between the great western faith and the great eastern agnosticism. The Christian windows are solid and human, made of heavy lead, of hearty and characteristic colours; but behind them is the light. The colours of the fireworks are as festive and as varied; but behind them is the darkness. They themselves are their only illumination; even as in that stern philosophy, man is his own star. The rockets of ruby and sapphire fade away slowly upon the dome of hollowness and darkness. But the kings and saints in the old Gothic windows, dusky and opaque in this hour of midnight, still contain all their power of full flamboyance, and await the rising of the sun.
[Alarms and Discursions 5-6]

...you will find in a railway station much of the quietude and consolation of a cathedral. It has many of the characteristics of a great ecclesiastical building; it has vast arches, void spaces, coloured lights, and, above all, it has recurrence or ritual. It is dedicated to the celebration of water and fire, the two prime elements of all human ceremonial.
["The Prehistoric Railway Station" in Tremendous Trifles]
More answers tomorrow.