When I grew up, Christmas was always a big thing. It felt like that to me, anyway. And I always try to keep it a big thing. I always did anyway, until the kids grew up and stopped believing that I was Father Christmas.
So my daughter came to me and said we should have a competition to see who can draw the best snowman. This was my attempt. I think it is not half bad.
So a merry Christmas to all, and a prosperous new year. May the best of this year pale in comparison with what is to come.
