Happy New Year!

All of you will be making New Year resolutions – and good luck to you! I will make a resolution or two which I intend in braking just a few minutes after I’ve made them. All fairs in love and war, as they say. I’ve had a Christmas that would delight and move – have I hell, I’ve just sat on the sofa with a face that would do the memory of Nightmare on Elm Street fine but there we are. Christmas is gone and the New Year is upon us, champagne corkscrews and an eyeful of bunting to help it on its way.

Thinking about these ‘resolutions’, why are people so dull enough to make them? This is a wonderful cop out for human nature, isn’t it? I won’t do this anymore, I won’t do that – dear me, it sounds so right somehow. Spot on………then the morning arrives and all the resolutions have gone on Father Christmas’s chariot. Nice while it lasted.

So to conclude, I resolve to do nothing about resolutions. Nothing comes of nothing and that’s just the way I it like to be.

Anyway, now it’s all over and the New Year is just beginning, I would like to wish you all a Happy New Year. Let joy be your companion in this we call ‘life’. For some it’s a difficult process, for others it’s as easy opening the front door. For many it just is.

All I can say is, that look out for the ones that struggle and experience a hard time. They deserve more consideration. Certainly they deserve more than me. The New Year is upon us and so the challenges get greater and more complex. The European Union will get heavens knows where, the debt crisis will get ever so burdensome and the NHS will get worse. It’s all plain sailing really, depending on your point of view.

In the final analysis, all we can do is to keep our fingers crossed and live in hope (‘hope’ is a trendy word at the moment). Hope that the New Year will be better than the last one.

And there we are, ladies and gentleman. That’s all we have left, hope, anything else is just pie in the sky!

Happy bloody Christmas!

It’s Christmas again. I don’t know about you but I can’t stand it. The house turns into a nightmare of gifts and goodwill to everyone – not that I give a hoot for ‘everyone’ but there we are. My wife goes off her trolley, dealing with the presents to all in sundry. It’s her day and that’s that.

The family come and go, leaving the house in a mess. The father in law laughs at the pointlessness of it all, meanwhile I sit in my study and try with a cold heart to avoid it all, Christmas, God help us!

But here’s the thing, I might not like the festivities of it all but charities do get my conscious going. The Sally Army, pets and so on. I dig into my pocket and find something, for the charity that is. A little giving does bring some meaning to it all. Some purpose.

And this is what Christmas is all about.

There’s a hot story going around that Father Christmas climbing down the chimney is all nonsense. Not so I say. Christmas is all about gratitude and thankfulness for the things that we provide and for the recipients of our unselfish demeanour – hang on here, I’m not against the festivities that I like to make out!

On Christmas Day, we sit at home wrapping paper and stars all around us, food waiting to be guzzled down. We wallow in the joy of today. So, let’s just see how many of us stop and think of all those around us who do not experience such a happy occasion? If we can, we should all be wary of the dispossessed, the unwanted and show a promising feeling for them all.

It’s Christmas, and goodwill to all men and women.

And if you can, express some even handedness to those without, it’s Christmas after all and I assure you, your heart will feel better for giving. It is better to go at it with an open hand.

Happy Christmas – and it’s not as bad as I make it out to be. On a good day anyway!