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One of the downsides of the recent explosion in blogs I read (the list is somewhere near 300 now!) is that commenting has become a lost art. Well no, not lost, but very selective. And this means that there are those who may think I’ve forgotten about them and their wonderful writing.

Off all the sites I peruse (or to be more accurate, of all the sites my feed-reader aggregates and sorts into piles of stuff I’ll like, stuff I’ll find interesting and stuff that it really isn’t sure about but it figures I should diversify my source anyway because a man cannot live by tech blogs alone) there are a number who are firmly planted on top of the pile.

These are the people I know and love. In some cases only through their writing, in others through some obscure fiscal transaction and in one case through good old DNA.

And so I would like to point you at three posts, all from the same gifted young lady, all with a Christmassy feel that have warmed my heart / caused me to projectile anti-snort coffee / angered me over the past few days*.

Firstly we have the joy filled image of Santa stopping off for a quick latte and some existential chit chat climaxing in a Musical Number worthy of Rogers and Hammerstein.

By way of demonstrating just how well this person writes, she has also managed to invoke my terrible anger toward the villain of this simple story. I know that one day all kids must learn the truth about Santa** but it should never be delivered in such a crushing and impersonal manner as this.

And finally, a simple campaign to ensure that we grown ups grow down a little this holiday and remember the magic that has long since been driven from our lives by seemingly endless years of drudgery and overbearing adulthood…

Happy Christmas Helen.

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*but not necessarily in that order.

** The truth being that Santa is in fact not a real person but a series of franchises financed by a massive multinational gift giving syndicate known only by the acronym E.L.V.E.S. whose head office is indeed in the North Pole but only by virtue of the relaxed nature of Arctic taxation.

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