Yesterday, I sat down to pen that most dreaded of all missives (apart from perhaps a tax demand) – the annual Christmas letter. This species of letter is much maligned – with some commentators, Simon Hoggart in particular, mining its rich seam for easy laughs. And yes, it is true that some letters are toe-curlingly embarrassing. But, we scribes are doing our best to reach out and touch the hearts and minds of those who have at least some tenous connection with us in an attempt to keep that connection alive.
Look at it this way, at least the Christmas letter comes but once a year. The mutterings on this blog comes practically every day, and it’s out there on the world wide web for the whole world to read, not just a tiny coterie trapped by a mailing list into an inner circle of letter-writing hell.