Tis the season to be jolly

God sent his only-begotten Son into the world so that we could all rush around frantically from one service or party or event, in terrible weather, on dangerous roads, suffering from various winter ailments that would put any normal person in bed for a week. Tis the season to be jolly difficult, as bell-ringers refuse to give way on their practice night so that a concert can rehearse in the church, and people get proprietorial about flower arrangements. Silent night? Dream on! It’s minus a hundred outside and has been all weekend. I’ve decided to try whisky and Stones ginger wine as my evening tipple of choice in winter months. Must learn not to swig it like the Big Brewer’s bitter. Night all!