As I arrived home from my journey through the snow after work,  my little two and a half year old came running to me with his face beaming. He presented me with a Christmas card which he had made at nursery. It had a painting of some description on the front and two small bells and a tree stuck on randomly. Inside it read "happy Christmas daddy". Well it warmed the heart of this miserable sod. There's not much that has made me feel like that.  We had a cuddle as he told me that he loved Santa and that he had sat on his red knee at nursery. It's the little things that bring the most pleasure sometimes. We watched Happy Feet together. After five minutes I wanted to turn it off but he said No. Then he started to get upset because he thought that the baby penguin had lost it's parents but it hadn't. He came round in the end. It's great watching films with my little man and I'm really looking forward to Christmas. Even I can't stay miserable for a full year.