It's the most wonderful time of year, when we can compare and contrast our politicians' families and spouses via their personalised Christmas cards.
'Tis the season for whimsy, and stupid jumpers, and for a dog in the studio.
Any pub or bar worth its salt has its regulars, people you can be sure of running into most nights a week, their steady patronage a welcome affront to the churn of the city. But what do they do over Christmas, when the boozers close?
Sophie McBain speaks to a professional Santa about the highs and lows of the job.
Here's a friendly piece of advice: a conscientious host should "exercise some ingenuity over the eats. It may not merely be a jaded appetite, but a connoisseur in food who comes to her informal party."
Tom Humberstone's weekly observational comic for the <em>New Statesman.</em>
Operation Chrismas Child asks children to "experience God's love through the power of simple shoe box gifts". But they are to charity what Femen are to feminism: superior, islamophobic, and seemingly unresponsive to the needs of those they claim to help.
We'll be back in action on 27 December.
The Prime Minister sends out an unusually religious Christmas message.
Scrooge doesn’t find religion. He finds Christmas. And why should the qualities of generosity and thoughtfulness be the preserve of the God-fearing, says Natalie Haynes.