Sharpe's Opinion

In case it hasn’t been obvious, I’ve been at my parents in preparation for Christmas since Friday. Indeed, a dozen turkeys have lost their lives over the weekend in honour of the great celebration, and presents galore are being bought, built and wrapped as I type.

I adore Christmas day, but equally I understand why many people who haven’t spent every Christmas day of their lives around small children don’t appreciate it so much. When my sister was born I was 9 years old, and it didn’t take long to realise that the magic of Christmas is the effect it has on children between 2 and 10. Now, my own daughter will turn 3 next week, so I get to do it all over again. I just can’t imagine what Christmas would be without small people to share it with.

At the same time, however, I am declaring ‘feed bankruptcy’ in light of the fact that I currently do, indeed, have better things to do than read everything that’s been written over the past week. I’m sure a lot of it is very good, there’s just no hope of finding the time. The count, as of lunchtime on Christmas Eve, has reached 200 unread blog posts, and there’s only one direction that number I going. I expect normal service to resume early in the new year, but I doubt I shall read any of the backlog, unless there’s some really catchy headlines in there!

So, to anybody who reads this, anyone who reads this blog regularly, anyone that I’ve linked to over the past few months, anyone who has linked to me, and everyone else as well, a very merry Christmas, and a very happy Hogmanay.

Stu.