For me, Christmas is a reading, restful time and I like particularly to read a book that sweeps me into a complete world, somewhere else. It may be a true somewhere else, but it should be far from our own every day. That is precisely what The Queen of Four Kingdoms will do.
Every year we say Christmas is a time for hope. And every Christmas I find myself asking people to think of homeless people all year round, not just at Christmas. My hope is that we all remember homeless charities like ours are supporting people all year round. Not just at Christmas.
There may not be a sign of snow, but this Christmas is still set to be a special one for me. I am now a dad, and with fatherhood comes a new outlook on the festive season. Yes it's fun to wail to Wizzard with a whiskey in hand, but above all, I want it to be a magical time for my son. It's this new responsibility that makes me feel obliged to remind the nation about the dangers of a drink too many.
Last year, in the midst of a relapse, I'd just been discharged from NHS services, told that I didn't meet the criteria for outpatient support, despite the fact I desperately needed it. The timing was particularly poor as a number of external events were also affecting my stress levels.
So when you are tucking into your Roast Turkey on Thursday, give a little thought to those who may not be enjoying Christmas as much as you, not from hardship but simply because they do not have a family in the way society expects on Christmas Day.
It's Christmas time. There's no need to be afraid, or so the Band Aid lyrics start. Sadly, in today's world they express more an aspirational desire than an actual reality. Syria, South Sudan, the Central African Republic and the Ebola outbreak give plenty of reason for fear.
'Tis the season of Nativity scenes. But here's a question to consider: would Joseph and Mary even have been able to reach Bethlehem if they were making that same journey today? hatever your view of Jesus or Muhammad, if you are a Palestinian resident of the West Bank you are a victim of the longest military occupation in the world.
In their 10 o'clock bulletin, the BBC spent their time asking shoppers how busy it was (very, obviously) and following a family down a packed Oxford Street. If that is what's newsworthy, rather than Britain's social divide and economic progress, we should despair for sections of modern journalism.
Further, science tells us that if we really, really want to be happy, helping another, whether with friendship, a warm coat, a shelter, a meal, or a vaccine can provide us with the greatest surge of happiness of all. So once the Yule log has turned ash, volunteer, donate to a good cause, or go outside and spread seeds to the birds...
This will be the fifth Christmas that Mary has had to share with dementia. The first Christmas was the one where she couldn't remember whether she had bought enough snacks for everyone and ended up with six family packs of peanuts. Then she forgot to turn the oven on, so dinner was four hours late...
What do the gifts your other half gets you for Christmas really say about your relationship? Welcome paroxysms of angst and doubt into your life with my handy guide to what his presents may (or may not) mean for your romantic future...
Every day, ivory poachers tear apart elephant families for their tusks. But for young elephants who are still reliant on their mothers for milk, a mother lost to poaching can mean a death sentence too...
77% of students admitted that they will struggle financially this Christmas, with many spending beyond their means. Despite this, only 57% have saved any money to tide them through this money-tight period.
It's the time of the year in which we're inundated with lists or reviews; The best song or the best show or the most heart wrenching celebrity break ups. Well, you can scrap all that because with a kind of wisdom to rival Lorde I have the definitive guide to your year right here. You can just apply it to your life for years to come.
A friend once invited me to help myself to the many books she had become the de facto owner of when she purchased the flat of a very old woman in London's trendy Holland Park. The lady had died alone, a spinster with no descendants. E
The stomach ulcer burned into each and every one of us and accumulation of diverse but all equally useless and unwanted impulse buys sparked some revolutionary thinking: what if we, like, didn't bother with presents and, like, just enjoyed hanging out together?