Well its that time again, a time of snow, eggnog, tinsel and carols. Humbug... this is a phrase you would never hear from me. I am a big kid when it comes to Christmas, from the Yuletide log to the switching on of lights, you'll find me there. I believe in Father Christmas just as the supermarkets believe in raising their prices during the festive season. Everybody smiles that little bit more, each and every one of us is a little happier and for the most part we all suspend our cynicism.....Or so I'm told.
Just to prove I am only kidding , and appease the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future. I will add extra ryhmes in the poem of the month location in the days leading up to Christmas. So watch this space
In the meantime, Merry Christmas Ho Ho Ho
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