Enjoy your Sprouts

This could be a hate fuelled blog/rant about how I hate Christmas Shopping. Loathing every minute of the painstaking process of listening to 70's Christmas songs, buying wrong sized clothes and crap that no one really wants despite their Mona Lisa like indifferent smiles (or enigmatic if you like). Or it could be about the huge amounts of turgid, stodgy food that gets peddled out once a year just because someone, somewhere said we should do so (I blame Charles Dickens and Delia 'lets be avin yer' Smith personally) but no, to be Scrooge like this time of year will not go down well with the Ghost of our Christmas Futures (and I really disliked that, faceless, hooded scary pointy finger guy) so buy a Turkey for Tiny Tim and enjoy a picture of a tree in snow. So Happy Christmas everyone. Enjoy your bad jumpers, paper hats, bad jokes , Cliff Richard songs and of course your sprouts...