Those who believe that poetry and other forms of art are insignificant are verily declaring themselves spiritual deserts.

Crispy skin, plump and fat, and more tender than ribeye, it is an almost perfect meat for Christmas.

The future is a joyless place, where technocrats in NGOs and mega-corporations restrict us, prevent us from seeing loved ones, take away what we own, deprive us of our traditions and take away our possessions.

Whereas once cultivation of mind and manners were regarded as aspirational, they have been insulted into irrelevance.

‘It is especially interesting that, in today’s post-modern, secular, scientific, uber-factual world, carols are able to continue to hold their place in Christmas celebration.’

Christmas is too profound to be limited to one day of feasting and merriment.

For Christmas Day, why not hold a funeral for a turkey? Then you can invite thirty people to partake in this solemn ceremony, rather than restrict yourself to three households.