Christmas can be a difficult time if you're trying to lose weight. It's all the parties, the mince pies, the chocolates and of course alcohol which make it so hard to stay on track. The usual response is to think "I'll just deal with my weight after Christmas". But do you really want to get to New Year's day, step on the scales and see that they're up five pounds? Of course not.
'Tis the season to creep about the attic hunting down a box no-one bothered to write 'Xmas' on 12 months ago. Traditionally, this is followed by the much-loved 'it looks squint to me' debate; a long, sour silence over whose responsibility it was to check the lights BEFORE they went on the tree; and, my particular favourite, competitive bauble re-positioning.
Consider if you could never see your children play football or swim how you would feel? Yet thousands of us don't bother to do these things or do so less and less. So you have a choice. If not for your sake then for little David's or Brittany's sake-do the right thing and put a limit on Game Station time equalled by activity play time.
It's that time of year. Frost is in the air and mince pies are in the oven. Bells are ringing. Tills are ringing louder. The big day is fast approaching and we're well aware that Santa's sleigh is practically full. But since we've been extra-specially nice this year, I'm sure he's got time to listen to a few late requests...
All things considered, the modern Christmas is pretty bizarre. However, this is entirely in keeping with tradition - as far as we can tell, Yuletide has always been a curious head-scratcher. For the historian like me, teasing out what Christmas used to be like, and why it even exists, is a blooming nightmare.
What isn't fun is the knowledge that the Christmas period is also the time of the year that intruders and thieves get their kicks. They stand to make a killing in the holiday season from your hard-earned goods, as they believe that the eggnog and turkey will have you a little lazy in your security measures.