Happy new year, everyone! Welcome to the year 2010, which began at exactly midnight on 1 January; being, of course, the 2,010th anniversary of the resurrection and celebrated by people of all races around the world.
In the Fielding household our Christmas celebrations always begin on the eve of the big day itself, with lots of carols singing and hot Milo. Our house is decorated with tinsel and plastic leaves and we always have a great big Christmas tree in the lounge room. The tree, of course, a highly symbolic symbol of the death. Under the tree are lots and lots of presents from Susan to me, Susan to the kids, the kids to Susan, and Susan to Susan (I get Susan to buy her own presents from me because of that time I was in that big crowd of people doing Christmas shopping and I felt a bit funny and I curled up up on the floor in the foetal position screaming and hit that security guard until that nice policeman came.)