When you're a public figure with literally some readers (hi Dad!) it is incumbent upon you at this time of year to try to put the previous twelve months into some sort of perspective, maybe with a few sage thoughts on how we proceed, and wry reflections on some aspects of the year that lesser titanic intellects may have missed.
Well, sod that, it's Christmas Eve and I've got a prep list longer than than the wait for an NHS hip replacement (little bit of politics there). You don't need me to tell you that the year's been a shitshow, the country's a basket case and it's literally not stopped raining since April. So I shan't waste any of your time pointing out the bleeding obvious.
All I shall do, because I really do only have two minutes before I have to go and start making gravy, us wish you all as peaceful a holiday season as us possible under your personal circumstances, and that, if you are one of the millions who, for one reason or another, find this a particularly hard time of year, I hope it's tolerable for you.
And I would observe, furthermore, that Christmas columns are a really easy get out of jail free card for writers who don't have a single original thought in their head. Merry Christmas!
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