This time of year invites a certain degree of contemplation, in between bouts of a rather brittle bonhomie, and depression and indigestion, in no particular order.
One of the subjects that might well be broached, although it never is, is the matter of playing sport on Christmas Day. It's difficult to say why. Within certain months, it's apparently impossible to get people to shut up about playing sport on Good Friday, for example.
This is perhaps a suitable time to say that many of you have the advantage on me on matters of Christian holiday precedence, and the religion attached, not to mention the personage without who Christmas would just be known as ''mas'', The Jesus. Thus any offence given from this point will be spectacularly accidental.
However, my understanding is that Good Friday is quite the Broadway-style big deal, in a Christian calendar context. And, for reasons at least a little mysterious, various citizens and organisations have been increasingly insistent in recent times about plonking sport on top of Good Friday.
Given that both days concern themselves with The Jesus, and, that, if anything, Christmas would seem to have the more celebratory kind of ring to it, perhaps we should look at plonking sport there instead.
On the positive side, there is a huge captive audience. They've eaten so much they can't even move. They may eat more but they're probably not going anywhere. Watching someone else move, in an athletic type of fashion, might well be about as active as they get.
On the downside, admittedly, there's no football at Christmas. But the Boxing Day Test viewers seem able to live with it.