I didn't write you a Christmas card

Originally published on my blog at Books Live. I didn’t write you a Christmas card. Or a note. Or one of those emails that spreads out thick and fast, coating inboxes and not always well received. There is no turkey waiting in the freezer or fridge. Nor have I procured a ham or duck. I didn’t make brandy balls, or those with rum. Skipped the gingerbread. Bought a pudding in a box, custard in a carton and mince pies the peer out from their cellophane packet. Chances are I’ll only nibble these treats around the edges, saving room for the...