Today is the Winter Solstice when normally I would indulge myself and remember my pagan roots, trot down to the local woods, get naked with those nubile maidens as they dance around the ceremonial fire and drink a few cups of mead; but, sad to say that, this year I don’t feel up to all that leaping around under the mistletoe and drinking with the Druids.
Therefore, just as the Christians thought it a good idea to hi-jack my pagan festival, I feel that, at this time of year, it’s OK for me to decorate a small tree, relax in front of a different fire, pour myself a small sherry, and wish you all a very …
bigjohn 
