Sometimes it seems that reconciliation stands little chance in the face of war and discord. But, as the Christmas truce a century ago reminds us, peace and goodwill have lasting power in the hearts of men and women. On that chilly Christmas Eve in 1914 many of the German forces sang Silent Night, its haunting melody inching across the line. That carol is still much-loved today, a legacy of the Christmas truce, and a reminder to us all that even in the unlikeliest of places hope can still be found. A very happy Christmas to you all.
So it's 10 years since the hunting ban was voted in. I wasn't aware of it being a whole 10 years. Crikey, that's an entire decade and I don't look a year older. Anyone who thinks I've had a facelift are talking out of their Botox and I do have my own teeth... in a jar by the bed. Ha ha! But people always want to know my views on this matter since I am a talking fox... an urbane fox as opposed to an urban fox - fox royalty you might say.
In defending its actions, the hunt lobby argues that the act is wrong because it ended centuries of tradition. It is very hard to claim that something is a tradition just because it has been around a long time.
This Boxing Day is the tenth since the Hunting Act was passed by Parliament. It came into force six months later. For hunting, and for many people in the countryside, this was the lowest moment, but hunting still thrives despite all the fears and the dire predictions. How is it that an activity that was outlawed after an epic and bitter political campaign has survived?
A big part of depression is the inability to 'do something,' your body's just too heavy and that 'go get' spirit is dead and gone. I realize sitting here inert that what has always pushed me in the past to achieve something is fear, sometimes I'm interested but behind that, fear.
The scale of the disaster and the speed with which entire towns and communities were swept away was something the modern world had never seen before. This was to change the way we prepare for and respond to crises forever.
For many, it was the first time they'd heard the word tsunami. A decade later, the worst-affected countries - Indonesia; Thailand; Sri Lanka and India - have rebuilt almost all that was destroyed.
Here in their refugee camp, the Christians with no Christmas like us in the West have placed a refugee tent for Jesus, and there in the camp is a tent for another person who was also a poor refugee who had nothing.
The mass slaughter of 142 people, most of them children, in Peshawar last week was a disgusting act. Unfortunately, the Pakistan government's reaction has been unwise, following the pattern set by the United States in 2001: pouring oil on the fire, while ultimately undermining the rule of law.
I've experienced some really shitty moments in my own life, and it's this time of year where I'm usually reminded - not because of any specific event that occurred during this festive period, but because of the over indulgence that usually happens within the following weeks.
As much as it's always claimed that anybody can beat anybody in the Premier League, that's never true over the course of a full season. It's part of what makes league competitions so much better in many ways than cups - it's entertainingly open from week to week, while still ensuring that the winning team at the end of the season is almost always the best one.
It's easy to think British politics has been particularly eventful in 2014. A close fought Scottish Independence Referendum, tensions in the coalition, various re-launches of Ed Miliband and - of course - electoral breakthrough for Ukip have made it a busy year in politics and for the country. But for all the activity, announcements, and excitement of the year it is remarkable how little the polls have shifted.
Historians may look back and see 2014 as the tipping point when the world started falling apart instead of coming together...
The good news is that the dark tyranny of North Korea under Kim Jong Un, according to Izidor Urian, who knew Kim's grandfather Kim Il Sung, is doomed to end. The bad news? That happy ending could take "thirty, forty, fifty years."
I wonder if something slightly odd has happened in the past six months or so, whereby the attention devoted to the group in the media and political spheres has dwelt unceasingly on their "barbarity" but failed to actually convey the scale of the human rights crimes involved. Has the effect been to almost trivialise the reality?
How much longer are we going to give a platform to thugs in suits struggling to keep a straight face for the cameras as they state they're "not racist, just against radical Islam", while their mates swill Stella and chuck Nazi salutes in the background?
Is it a bad thing that Facebook only really consists of the airbrushed highlights of everyone's lives and that no one is ever really honest about their day to day reality? Why people tend not to write status updates when their life is a bit bobbins but just boast post instead? Is social media making some people feel inadequate because their lives are less than perfect?
There is never an inappropriate time for a drink! Regardless of the day, the number of children you're in charge of or the fact it's before 9am, there is never an inappropriate time to be enjoying a tipple when it comes to the Christmas Period.
Take a peek inside your wardrobe. Do you have any leather gloves or belts? Leather handbags or wallets? Unless you are a long-time vegan, you probably have something made of leather. If so, then now may be the time to bury that dead skin. As a new investigation has revealed, those leather accessories might have been made from man's best friend.
Liberals and leftists in the West are right to condemn the bigotry of the majority community, but the fundamentalism of the minority community cannot be spared from criticism. If those identifying as left and liberal fail to criticise the dangerous trends of Islamism, the right will step up for the task. That is a future no one wants and political correctness can do little to fight it.
An away win at high flying Swansea, an emphatic cup quarter final victory over Newcastle and, finally, the defeat of a lowly premier league team at home after the debacles against Stoke, West Brom and Palace have meant that Christmas has arrived slightly ahead of schedule for Tottenham fans.
I joined FAB as a helper as for my Duke of Edinburgh Gold Award in 2009 and have helped out on three holidays and odd Saturday sessions since. Being a FAB helper is no walk in the park - but those moments when someone turns up with a frown and leaves with a smile make it worth it.