Long term readers of this blog will probably know that I’m not a religious person. Today I could launch into a tirade about how Christmas is nonsense, and essentially a pagan midwinter festival hijacked by a Middle Eastern death cult. Yet I really, really don’t think it’s the day for that: This Christmas finds humanity more divided than it has been in a long time, with people finding it harder than ever to see eye to eye. The news from America especially gets more troubling by the day. It is becoming genuinely disturbing, and I frankly dread to think what news will come next. Yet, personally, this Christmas Day morning finds me with my parents, in the same old family house in Harlesden where I spent many Christmases as a child. It is quiet and warm, and there is the smell of roasting turkey in the air: there can be little more comforting or comfortable. It almost feels like my life has regressed thirty years, just for the day. Thus, as divided as the world is right now, and as furious as the news may make us, it is always good to remember that there are still some constants you can depend upon.