The miracle of the season

'Tis not the season to be sarcastic. I'm still hoping Santa will bring one of those "National Sarcasm Society: Like we need your support" T-shirts. But I'm not writing a satirical list of dream gifts for politicians or anything like that. There is a time to demolish rubbish and a time to stop and breathe deeply and smell the roses or, in this case the pine needles, and be glad we have noses. Click here to read the rest.