It really was the most wonderful time of the year – friends, family, food and football.
But, sadly, there are limits to the even the most miraculous miracle worker, the big FC.
Many of us were hoping to wake up on Christmas morning to the news that Pompey had taken delivery of an army of footballers that genuinely care for their club and want to work their silk-lined socks off.
Maybe that miracle is on time-delay and may spring to life in January?
When it comes to food, the festive period is a magnificent time for reverting to the lifestyle of a two-month-old child.
Eat every three hours to the point of upture or until one falls asleep and then begin the whole process all over again. Simple.
But what should one do with all of this excess food?
The post-Christmas feast guilt normally kicks in around today.
We’ve been eating, nibbling, grazing and devouring for the best part of a month.
Now we’ve reached the point where self-respect tells us that the human body is at its limits.
I’m a big fan of the cold cut – it’s as enjoyable as the main event.
If a family member was to wheel out a jar of piccalilli at any other time of the year, then you’d treat them with utter contempt.
Yet a slab of cold turkey smeared in yellow makes total sense between Boxing Day and new year.
Am I right?
The tubs of chocolates, mountains of Christmas cake, sachets of nuts and trays of dates (who keeps buying these and depositing them in my house?) are still in abundance.
Clearly you wouldn’t want to see them go into landfill, but likewise the elastic on your underpants is begging for forgiveness.
The answer? Take them into work.
Think about it. You’re making a kind gesture to your gorged workmates, whilst also saving your own ever-increasing bacon.
Plus, if you get sad at work during the post festive come-down a mini yule log at 9.30am will soften the pain.