I like it, but I guess like a lot of people I've got a lot of nostalgia around Christmas pudding, Christmas cake, and mince pies.
My mum or (when old enough) my older brother used to make mince pies, and we'd have them the whole season, often warmed up as a pudding with the lid lifted to pour a little cream in there.
The pudding would usually be one made by my grandma, or perhaps an appreciative work client or other friend/family member, and we'd have it after Christmas dinner, lights off, doused and lit on fire and carried through flaming, always served with huge amounts of sweet white sauce made by my dad.
The cake was brought out after Christmas tea (i.e. Christmas ham or leftover Christmas dinner sandwiches and salad stuff) and then eaten over the next few days. My mum would make this perfect square cake and tend it with booze, my dad would marzipan and beautifully ice it, then I was allowed to go nuts with the icing scraps, red and green food colouring, and shape cutters, and splatter gaudy decorations all over the pristine smooth white surface 
We did sometimes have a Yule log too, and I used to love dragging a fork over the chocolate buttercream to make a bark texture.
To be honest, I think what makes these things such fond memories for me, and maybe influences me to like them more than I otherwise would, is that they're linked in my mind to the love and efforts of people I care about.