Wednesday, December 25th ....

I hope everyone is having a great Christmas. We certainly are. Madi, Josh and Jamie are here with us, we've just polished off a platter of prawns and are getting ready to attack the roast dinner. This year, we're having lamb and ham, baked by Jamie in the barbecue. Can't wait.

The Archbishop of Brisbane will be a little anxious this afternoon after an unfortunate 15-second grab of his Christmas sermon on the ABC. He was criticising those who don't believe in Jesus because they can't see him. He used the analogy of Santa Claus, 'even though he can't be seen, children still believe he exists.' Um, not a very good analogy. There's a fatal flaw in your logic, Archbishop. Try harder next year.

We've been sitting outside enjoying the sunshine but it's not like Christmases of old. What's missing is the noise of children, playing in the streets with their new toys. Clearly, the new toys are for indoors and, apart from the occasional tweet, they're probably quite silent. There it is, the complaint of the grumpy old man - it's not like the old days.