By now, we all know that murder is wrong, theft is seriously frowned upon, cheating is repugnant, and that we should be kind to our parents. The old religious based 10 commandments are now firmly rooted in our minds, so it's about time we had some new ones relevant to the more secular society we have become.
According to an article I read today, the true way to enjoy Christmas is to lay off the booze completely. Able to hold a conversation with your granny, wrap the awkwardly-shaped toy for your nephew and get stuck into helping cook the dinner without feeling queasy, will heighten and enrich your Christmas experience.
You see Santa, I seem to have lost the ability to sleep soundly. One which I had spent years practicing. I used to be so good at it. Sleeping through the loudest of bangs whereas now? Now the slightest sniff out of place jolts me from my slumber.
Over the years I have learned to filter these lists to stop undesirable toys getting in through the door. This year I am thinking of operating a doorman style policy on Christmas presents. You know, if your name's not down, you're not coming in.
All this talk of factory farming may leave you seeking out a so-called 'higher-welfare' turkey, but no matter how they are reared, all farmed turkeys meet a terrifying and brutal end at the slaughterhouse.
With Christmas and New Year parties coming up over the festive season, I felt it is important to highlight to people of all genders the dangers of having unprotected sex. Numbers attending sexual health clinics are known to increase after the holiday period.
Food is what I struggle with at Christmas. Because of issues with my body image, I find that the threat of eating meal, after meal, after meal, makes me anxious about weight gain and body confidence on and off throughout December.
With the highly anticipated 7th offering, Star Wars: The Force Awakens, not so far away in a distant galaxy now, there is nothing like embracing the hype with these knit jumpers from numbskull.co.uk. You don't have to be a big fan to appreciate the clever way in which iconic characters from Star Wars have been infused in these traditional pullovers.
If you're anything like me, certain things (well, quite a lot of things, actually) get left to the last minute as far as Christmas is concerned. This year in my house, it's wine! Luckily, I've tasted far and wide this year so the choices were easy. Here are my last minute picks for festive and fabulous wines that everyone will love.
I got sober in September 2009, and spent that Christmas volunteering in a homeless shelter. I'd love to say that this act was selfless, born out of a simple desire to do some good; and that was part of it... Honestly...
Are you already feeling frazzled by the festive season? Going into meltdown with all the extra things to remember and do? Engaging in a little altruism could help you battle stress, a team of top scientists say.
It's that time of the year when people up and down the country put heart before head and buy a pet for a loved one without thinking through the realities of owning and caring for an animal long-term.
Today there is still plenty of brokenness around the world. Conflicts have escalated to the point where hundreds of thousand refugees are forced to travel all the way to Europe in search for safety, whilst millions still remain in the Middle East, Asia and Africa.
I was talking to some young people at work who were a bit stressed about Christmas and they seemed so shocked at the idea that my Christmas wasn't going to just turn out like some kind of ideal homes perfect picture of a happy festive British family. I
I'm already breaking out into sweats about having to make an elaborate sheep onesie when Henry starts school next year, after witnessing parents stressing out on social media about nativity costumes. I was Mary in the nativity play once and I'm pretty sure I wore a bed sheet. Everybody else wore tea towels on their heads. It did the job.
Let's be clear. The worst thing about this time of year isn't sh*t gifts, it's not the midnight-on-New-Years texting your ex from the disabled bog you used to shag in, sobbing as Auld Lang Syne roars through two inches of wooden door you've locked to hide behind... It's the insufferable Facebook statuses that follow in the days between.