Well as those of you who read my blog will know it's traditional for us Pixies to try and outdo Her Majesty in the putting people to sleep stakes.
Yes it's true - every Christmas around Britain Men (And Women) Of A Certain Age insist that we MUST watch our monarch's Christmas greeting to her nation at 3pm and then promptly fall asleep for the entire duration - unless someone tries to change channel when they instantly wake and say "Oi! I was watching that!!"
This year many of my attempts at Christmas Mesi (surely a better plural than messages?) have been scuppered by unduly complicated technology - I had hoped to record my version of Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow - however the little gremlins inside my computer have been dead set against it.
So what can I do instead? Well there are several other traditions around Christmas
1) The groan-worthy joke.
I say, i say, i say - what's round and angry
I don't know - what is round and angry?
A vicious circle
2) The pointless but nevertheless fascinating fact
Santa's Reindeer are all girls. We know this because male reindeer shed their antlers in winter, and yet all of Santa's, including Rudolph, have theirs
3) The sudden glow of kindness towards others
Merry Christmas all my readers - and especially to those blogs that I wouldn't miss for the world