A lesser writer might have plumped for the old ‘Christmas cracker’ line when summing up a highly eventful encounter at the New York Stadium.
Not me though.
Even if a massive chunk of this Wolves performance could be described as distinctly Yule Log, I’m determined to avoid any lazy festive analogies.
But if I was going down that icy road, I’d have to say Danny Batth’s early goal was a wasted gift because in the time it takes to eat a mince pie, Rotherham had carved us up to restore parity.
I might also suggest Nouha Dicko was Grinch-like in his performance, sandwiching Kieran Agard’s goal with two of his own to leave Wolves looking like a plate of stodgy sprouts.
Others could rightly point out that amid the season of goodwill, it took a charitable handball to bring Wolves in from the cold. Either way, Bakary Sako was a grateful recipient.
James Henry lit the pudding with a tasty finish, ensuring a sweet conclusion to what could have been a real stuffing.
Leigh Griffiths could even have completed a yuletide miracle, had he not stumbled over his own feet like a drunk at the office party.
Still, like an ungrateful child on Christmas morning, we should gather up our haul, be pleased with what we received and hope for better next time.