Thankfully, like every year, my Dad came home with cards for me, my brother and sister to quickly scribble our names into, put in a envelope to then immediately walk into the living room, hand to our mother, watch her open them and then walk out to return to whatever we'd normally do on a Sunday afternoon. As you can tell, we're a very emotional family.
Just what sort of 'miracles' exactly? And what on Earth could they possibly have to do with 'The Hamster'? At least I hope that's what you're thinking. Because otherwise I've wasted the last 12 months of my life searching out unusual science stories from around the globe and turning them into three one-hour documentaries for BBC1 that absolutely nobody's going to watch.