So here we are again happy as can be, all good fun and jolly good company.
And all Ho Ho Ho. No wonder Santa’s exhausted by the time he has emptied his sack.
At his age it must be a bit of a strain. So here we are again positively somnambulant frankly in this weird everything stops post crimbo haze. All those films on the tv which are good but you have seem a thousand times or more. For a moment it all goes far too quiet. Nothing stirs except a me, and then only just about it seems.

“There are some upon this earth of yours who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name; who are as strange to us and all our kith and kin, as if they had never lived. Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us.”

Charles Dickens “A Christmas Carol”

That’s all folks