"There must be many of you out there who like me had to perennially suffer the traditional Christmas present from Aunty Dot of a nice woollie to keep you warm throughout the cold winter months ahead when you were growing up.
You know the one I mean; usually three or four sizes too large for your feeble body. Indeed; you'd probably be able to fit it today had you not dumped it in the bin or like my Aunt Alice was prone to do when she received unwelcomed knitted garments, unravelled the wool and made a jumper as someone else's present for a future Christmas.
It was this image that got me thinking the other day about the presents that we all receive from time to time that we neither need, like or want and which we often send off to the charity shop after all the Christmas visitors have been and gone for another twelve months or return to M&S and get a money refund instead with which to buy a bottle of wine. Or are you one of those clever ones among us, who waste not want not and who refuse to look a gift horse in the mouth without examining its teeth and prospects for recycling. Come on now, admit it. How many times have you unwrapped a present that was given to you, only to find yourself re-wrapping it to give to someone else, and feeling resourceful for having done so?
There is I think, a wicked side to all of us that we frequently give vent to and I fear that even Christmas cannot always prevent escaping." William Forde: December 7th, 2014.