Little Miss Stubborn made a giant omlette. She was so hungry that by the time she got to Mr Strong’s house for the eggs (cause he everyone knows he always has heaps) she made an omlette so gigantic it didn’t fit on the page. This is the omlette. After this Little Miss Stubborn ate the whole omlette. The whole enormous, gigantic omlette, Just because she was who she was. After that nothing else happened, because she was stubborn right to the very end. Right to the end of the story. Another year passes and another story ends.  Check out our new contact details. A few minor changes, a few fewer eggs. Definitely still one short of a dozen. Happy 2010 celebrations oh yeah! See you in the newer year.

Something is very wrong with this picture. Is it the ill-proportioned camel, coming in at three feet tall? Is it the presence of baby Jesus before the day of his birth? (a no-no in nativity scene protocol). Is it the poor lighting and subsequent amateur-ish photoshop adjustments? Well yes, all these things are wrong but there is something MORE wrong about this moment taking place in a multi-level megaplex near you. A wrong to trump all other wrongs, an absence, a silence, a big ugly gaping hole. Maybe everyone fell into it? Maybe everyone that saw this scene and wanted to wave their arms around and stamp their feet and pull their hair and scream and shout to Christmas shoppers to STOP BUYING THE PLANET WARM disappeared. Fell down a hole. All the way to Copenhagen. I wonder when Jesus was smashing up the stalls of the traders in the temple for seeking profit in the name of God did he ever imagine this. Probably not. In the words of another prophet - “When you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to lose”. Including your point. Happy birthday Jesus. Sorry about all the presents.